6 Reasons Why It's actually Not So Bad To Be An Only Child

6 Reasons Why It's actually Not So Bad To Be An Only Child

I've spent the last nineteen years picking my siblings, and its been pretty great.

I constantly listen to people tell me how hard it would be to be an only child. They say things like, "wow you must be bored, all of the time" or "I can't imagine what it must be like to not have siblings, that would stink." Well people, in reality, it's better than you think. I've spent the last nineteen years picking and choosing my siblings and it's been pretty great, here's why.

1. The Friendships I have Are Deeper and Stronger

Being an only child leaves you with no choice but to make some really great, really strong friendships. I completely understand that there's nothing like the bond between siblings but when presented with a really great friend, it's hard to go wrong. Only children value a good relationship more than anything else. We care and we want you to care for us too. The best part is that after spending ten straight days together, when you're ten seconds from biting your friends' head off, you get to cool off in your own room, in your own house, alongside your own parents. My lifelong friends are the closest thing I have to siblings, and for all intensive purposes, they've done a really great job of being brothers and sisters.

2. My Relationship With My Parents is Unbreakable

The whole "all eyes on you" thing can be challenging at times, but not having a sibling to blame a spill or break on has made my sense of responsibility go through the roof. There are few things greater than getting to feel the undivided pride that comes from your parents with a great test grade or award won in school. Spending a good chunk of time with my parents and their friends has taught me how to communicate with adults, handle myself in mature situations and own up to mistakes I've made. My parents will always be parents first, but after a while, they started to fill the role of brother and sister, too.

3. I have my own bathroom

This little statement deserves its own header. I know what you're thinking, "only children just don't know how to share", and in some instances, you may be right, but in others, you are very much wrong. There's something great to be said for being able to take anywhere between a 2 and a 20-minute shower without any complaint. Having your own space is absolutely fabulous and no one can disagree.

4. Petty sibling fights are non-existent

No siblings mean no silly fights over breakfast foods or broken pencils. Having a peaceful morning before school is way nicer than you'd think. There is no need for silly arguments or sleep deprivation induced anger. The people that serve the role of siblings for me, are in their own space, bothering their own siblings when it's early and they're tired.

5. My creativity is through the roof

There's something to be said for having to entertain yourself at all hours of the day. My ability to craft, create, and write are three abilities I directly attribute to being an only child with endless time. Without the chance to fill empty time, who knows where I'd be.

6. I got to "adopt" the kiddos I babysit

I am hands-down the proudest of the youngest siblings I chose. I have been able to create unbreakable relationships with the kids I grew up babysitting. I've gotten to help with birthday parties, participate in school events and have sleepovers when I was way too old to be having sleepovers.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being an only child. I have learned so much from not having siblings to lean on. Next time you "feel badly" for an only child, talk to them, they may be doing way better than you think they are.

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A Letter To My Go-To Aunt

Happiness is having the best aunt in the world.

I know I don't say it enough, so let me start off by saying thank you.

You'll never understand how incredibly blessed I am to have you in my life. You'll also never understand how special you are to me and how much I love you.

I can't thank you enough for countless days and nights at your house venting, and never being too busy when I need you. Thank you for the shopping days and always helping me find the best deals on the cutest clothes. For all the appointments I didn't want to go to by myself. Thank you for making two prom days and a graduation party days I could never forget. Thank you for being overprotective when it comes to the men in my life.

Most importantly, thank you for being my support system throughout the numerous highs and lows my life has brought me. Thank you for being honest even when it isn't what I want to hear. Thank you for always keeping my feet on the ground and keeping me sane when I feel like freaking out. Thank you for always supporting whatever dream I choose to chase that day. Thank you for being a second mom. Thank you for bringing me into your family and treating me like one of your own, for making me feel special because you do not have an obligation to spend time with me.

You've been my hero and role model from the time you came into my life. You don't know how to say no when family comes to you for help. You're understanding, kind, fun, full of life and you have the biggest heart. However, you're honest and strong and sometimes a little intimidating. No matter what will always have a special place in my heart.

There is no possible way to ever thank you for every thing you have done for me and will continue to do for me. Thank you for being you.

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To The Older Sibling I Never Had, I Wish You Were Here To Guide Me

I know you don't exist, and I know you never will, but sometimes I catch myself imagining a life with you in it.


Even though years have passed since this horrific day, it still haunts my memory. Starting high school is a terrifying feeling and an insane transition when you don't have anyone to guide you through it. It was a mere 15-step walk to the door, and once I was inside my parents promised me there would be somebody there to help me find my classes, so why did I feel like I was being thrown straight into the gates of hell? I counted down the minutes until we pulled into the school parking lot and dreaded the sound of the car door opening and the anticipated start to the "best four years of my life."

As we were pulling up, I saw a girl who went to the same middle school as I following her older brother, who was a senior through the front doors as if it had been rehearsed at home. At this moment, I would have given my right foot to walk in her shoes right behind an older brother just this once. Eventually, with no place to hide, I just walked inside.

Unfortunately, this would not be the last of my longing for guidance from the older sibling I've never had.

I get it, I got a B in math. I get it, if I would have spent last Friday night studying instead of out with my friends it is possible that I could have gotten an A. But, what my parents seemed to not get was that life actually does go on even if you get a B on a report card. Time doesn't stop, your dreams don't diminish, and you are still viewed as a fairly competent person.

Luckily for my younger sisters, it seems my parents eventually did get it at the cost of my phone being taken away for three months and my social life ceasing to exist for the rest of that school year. As I spent every Friday night at home studying I longed, for just this once, to have an older sibling who was willing to take this hit for me.

Why did nobody tell me that it's actually more fun to go to school dances with friends than the boy you barely know who is just desperate for some conversation with the opposite sex?

I always wondered why that girl I went to middle school with never took a date to any of our formals or homecomings. Eventually, four homecomings and two proms later, I realized that this was because stumbling through the awkward introductions to family, tolerating the completely posed and overdone photos that would never actually be posted anywhere because you didn't talk outside of this forced interaction, and small talk over fruit punch and loud music was never actually necessary. Of course, I passed this message to my younger sisters and saved them the struggle of finding out for themselves.

Don't even get me started on being the first sibling to have to navigate applying to colleges.

I really could have used you then. I'm convinced there is nothing more difficult than trying to fill out a FAFSA or Common Application with absolutely no guidance or experience. Is my application essay long enough? Should I apply for early or regular admission? What if I don't get accepted anywhere? As selfish as it sounds, I would have given my other foot not to have to find these things out for myself.

I'd trade a lifetime worth of shotgun privileges to have you in my life to help me figure this stuff out.

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