only child

I am an only child. Through the years I have been asked if I felt differently because I am an only child. My answer was always no because that is all I have ever known.
Lindsay Detwiler is a contemporary romance author and a high school English teacher. Learn more about her work at www.lindsaydetwiler.com
This topic is close to my heart because I am an only child and struggled with feeling lonely. Unlike your daughter, I was very shy and so would never have just run over to another child's house to hang out. It is great that your daughter is extroverted, and I understand that you are anxious that her spirit and social nature will be crushed if other children continue to reject her.
Every woman who has only one child has a reason why she has only one child and she may not want to share it with you. It may just be too painful or too personal. Whether it's by choice or due to a medical condition or financial situation, please don't ask.
As a parent living with secondary infertility, I know how fortunate I am to have a smart, funny, all-around-awesome child. I also know the beauty of watching a young child learn and grow. I long to have that experience again with another child.
I already know having two children is going to be twice as much work. Perhaps more. But what I didn't think about was where I would find the time or the energy to meet both their demands and needs. Right now, my son takes up all my time, all my energy. Where do I get more?
This struggling young woman vented about how her daughter and she didn't get along because her tween complained relentlessly
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There are days I think about you, baby number two. I wonder what sex you'll be and what color eyes you'll have, and I wonder if I will ever see them.
Asking the question presumes a lot. It presumes that the woman is not currently pregnant. It presumes that she is not currently experiencing a miscarriage. It presumes that she's not experiencing postpartum depression and is emotionally ready for more children.
The message that parents get "real" after having multiple children is condescending to parents of onlies and sad for children who are not firstborns.
We can separately have children, just not with each other. You have to really love your spouse to hear that kind of news.
As I get older, I realize I've given my sons a gift by having both of them. They'll have each other as they go through all the ups and downs of life, even if the day-to-day fights over Nike socks and television shows doesn't seem so wonderful now.
I'm reluctant to have another baby. I selfishly want to prolong a period of time when I don't have to speak to my son in half-sentences with a quarter of my attention all while trying to race across the living room to keep the baby from killing himself on the edge of the coffee table.
By the time my 40-something year-old mother gave birth to me, I was already down to just two living grandparents -- and one of them was in a home for the aged.
Out of the blue last weekend, apropos of basically nothing I could immediately ascertain, my 7-year-old announced that he wanted a brother.