I’m going to get honest here. I would have been ok not having kids. When I was younger, I used to say I’d get my tubes tied instead of using birth control because I didn’t want kids. Then I finally got married at the age of 35 and I was still fine being childless. But Dean insisted we try, that we do everything possible (including IVF, which we didn’t) and even adoption (which I preferred) to have a family.
Reluctantly, I was poked and prodded and examined as to why we weren’t conceiving. Duh, we were both old and pushing the limits. Eventually we were blessed with three natural pregnancies, with the final pregnancy producing the love of my life Franco. I love him more than anything or anyone. I would sacrifice my life for him. He is all that I want. I don’t want to keep dividing my time between Dean, Franco, another kid, work and everything else. I am one and done.
Nevertheless, I feel sad for Franco, that he will be an only child. Most only children I talk to are happy, well-adjusted, and extremely social. But it’s hard for me to get over the fact that most only children go on to have multiple kids of their own! Is it because they wish they’d had a sibling?
While a family of three is perfect for me, I truly enjoy being around big families. I see large households and think, “This is so fun! What an amazing thing: the hustle and bustle of so many kids and all their friends.”
What about you? How many did you want and how many do you have?
Would especially love to hear from anyone who was an only child. Please share your perspective.