I love, love, LOVED being an only child. If I didn't also love being pregnant and having a newborn, I would have stopped after having one child, myself. I occasionally feel like I shortchanged my own kids, in a way, because *I* wanted the experience of having more than one.
As an adult, I sometimes wish I had a sibling to share my mom with . . . but ultimately, I am really grateful for the childhood I had being an only. My parents treated me like an equal as much as possible, I always had lots of attention, I was never starved for playmates because my friends were welcome at our house all the time, and overall, it was just great. Of course, I try to give my kids similar experiences -- treating them like "adults" the way I enjoyed being treated -- but there are some dynamics that just change when you have another baby.
As an adult, I sometimes wish I had a sibling to share my mom with . . . but ultimately, I am really grateful for the childhood I had being an only. My parents treated me like an equal as much as possible, I always had lots of attention, I was never starved for playmates because my friends were welcome at our house all the time, and overall, it was just great. Of course, I try to give my kids similar experiences -- treating them like "adults" the way I enjoyed being treated -- but there are some dynamics that just change when you have another baby.






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