Only children get a bad rap. I should know; I am one. And I’ve heard it all–naive, selfish, too protected, spoiled, and then some. I get it. Really, I do. But then we get into the argument of nature versus nurture, and, really, it’s not my place to “blame” my parents for choosing to only have one child.
I am different than most only children, though. When I was young, my Nana moved across country to, in essence, be my caretaker. Instead of a babysitter or after school daycare, while both my parents worked full time careers, my Nana picked me up from school and took care of me.
As I’ve grown up, and as I have been going through the battle I am currently facing, I have had an opportunity to reflect on my status as an only child and the impact it has had on me. Just like anything, there are positives and negatives, but those experiences have helped shape me.
For an in-depth look, take a look at my latest article, On Being An Only Child, with Coffee House Writers.