10 Singular Truths That Come With Being An Only Child, As Told By An Only Child

10 Singular Truths That Come With Being An Only Child, As Told By An Only Child

Here are 10 truths of being an only child that people with siblings might not have known.

At this point in my life, having grown up as an only child I know that my upbringing wasn't the same as many other peoples. Being an only child comes with its pro's and con's just like having siblings does, but I wouldn't trade my situation for someone else's.

People tend to associate being an only child with negatives. I can't count how many times I've heard someone say "you don't act like an only child" in attempt to compliment me, or even worse insult someone else by saying "that makes sense, she's an only child", not knowing I myself am one also. We didn't choose to be "only's" the same way you didn't choose to have siblings.

Here are 10 truths of being an only child that people with siblings might not have known.

1. We're not all spoiled

Being an only child doesn't automatically make you a spoiled brat. In regards to being spoiled, I don't think only children should necessarily have this stereotype. There is a difference between being spoiled, and being fortunate. Most of the time families don't plan on only having one child, yet that ends up being the case. So it only makes sense, fewer mouths to feed and people to care for financially, results in more money to go around for recreational use. Now on the "brat" side of things, don't blame the child, it's all about how they were raised.

2. But some of us are

3. Pets are more like siblings

I have such close connections with my pets because I grew up in an environment where our pets were truly members of our family. I know this goes for larger some families as well, but mine took it to extremes. Not only do our pets have their own ornaments on the tree, and a pile of presents large enough to rival my own, but I can't count how many birthday parties I have hosted for my four-legged siblings.

When I was little my pets were not only referred to as my brothers and sisters, but they also served as my trustee babysitters and imaginary friends that weren't so imaginary. They're the friends that didn't go home after the sleepover and the ones that would spend the entire afternoon playing with my elementary self and keeping me entertained so my mom could make dinner.

4. Holidays with extended family are a treat

Holidays are a great time to reconnect with the family you don't see every day, and for an only child, it's so nice having a full house for a change! Grandparents will show you some extra love because you're the only one and cousins are like the sibling's you don't have to live with!

5. No comparisons, a blessing and a curse

I don't know from personal experience but from what I heard, no one want's to be compared to their siblings. Whether grades, social success, or athletic ability we all know it's not fun to be compared to anyone, so I can only imagine how hard it must be to feel like you're in constant competition with your sibling, the judges being the rest of your family.

This can also backfire, only children tend to have more pressure put on them in these same aspects because they are the only one, all eyes on you all of the time. There is no "well John did this, so now I don't look as bad" or sharing the blame, all of the "I'm so disappointed in you" lectures are directed at one.

6. You'll always be the oldest, and the baby

As an only child you are not only your parent's trail run on how to raise a kid, but you're the first, only and last to leave the nest so they might try to hold onto you a little tighter than other people's parent's!

7. You're not afraid of being alone

Being an only child there is never a lack of space. Usually, you get your own room, your own bathroom and all of your things are solely yours. Only children tend to crave more alone time than someone with siblings because they are just so used to doing their own thing.

They can become independent at a younger age because they're usually home by themselves after school and unless they want to hang out with their parents and do boring adult things all the time, only children learn to entertain themselves. Only children also aren't afraid of being alone, sometimes they prefer it because that is where they can really call their own shots like they're so used to doing anyway.

8. You have to do all of the chores

Unfortunately, there's no one else to divide the list of chores up with!

9. Stronger friendships

My biological family might be small but my un-biological family is definitely large. As someone who doesn't have any blood siblings, I find that my relationships with the ones I call my "best friends" are much deeper than most.

My best friends are my sisters, there's no question about it. I may not know what it's like to have lived across the hall from them my whole life, but they've shown me what it's like to have a sister and what it means to be one.

10. You wouldn't change your family dynamic for anything

Contrary to popular belief, just because your family is small, doesn't mean you'd change it for the world.

People should be judged on what kind of person they are, not by how big of a family they have or how close or not close to their family they are. Families and upbringings are tricky subjects so don't assume something about someone just from the size of their family.

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1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

3. He loved me as his own.

The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Batter Up

Because someone needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat a woman.


I have this memory from when I was younger,

I must have been six, maybe seven? An age

When you can remember, but not quite

Understand. I remember the landline

Ringing sometime in the middle

Of the night in my grandmother's small,

But adequate house. I had been sleeping,

Tucked under a shield of satin covers,

My grandmother next to me, blanketless,

And stiff, on the very edge of the queen mattress

Like she was anticipating some sort of disaster.

It wasn't the phone that pulled me from my sleep,

It was my grandmother's instant jerk, her eyes

Flipping open quicker than a light switch,

The mattress springing back up, adjusting

To the new lightness as she fled the room. My waking

Was soft like a song. Slow and humane.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, my ears absorbing the ringing,

My mind reminding itself that I was at my grandmother's house.

Then, the ringing stopped;

Abrupt, like a disarmed fire alarm.

It was just a drill, I thought.

But, then I heard the mumbling

From behind the door, panicked mumbling.

Rapid, like gunfire. My grandmother's Rs

Rolling down the hallway and under the door crack.

She only spoke Spanish when she was angry.

The call ended, my grandmother returned to the room,

Wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me into the night.

She buckled me into the backseat of her Toyota and said,

We were going to Auntie Mandy's house because someone

Needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat

A woman.

When we arrived at the house, we found the front door

Wide open, the house lights spilling out onto the porch.

A truck, I had seen once before, was parked a foot away

From the front door, aggressive. The truck had trampled

Over the dandelions and daisies, which lay wounded

In the front yard. A scene that begged for investigation.

My grandmother told me to stay put in my seat.

I watched as she walked to the back of the car, her normally pretty

Face turned straight, looked masculine. I watched as she pulled

Something wooden out of her trunk, then in her feline walk,

Approached the house. She turned to me, and I saw the

Baseball bat, immense in her female hands.

I slouched in my seat, the window above my head.

I never saw her go into the house.

I don't remember how long I sat,

Until the red and blue lights came.

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