I’m an only child and I turned out stellar.
Having a sib never really crossed my mind; it just wasn’t on my radar. My parents never brought up such a thing. My suspicion is, I would have resented the hell out of the thing.
Maybe some of us come into the world meant to be only kids.
I never did get the hang of sharing, and I don’t care. Dh finds this so strange. He was the middle child of three. It was the worst of the stereotypes. He willingly shares, to a point. He will share treats, but, if it’s something really, really good , he’ll put it on a shelf too high for me to reach. (I have a step stool now).
From my perspective, the benefits are legion. I learned to be very good at entertaining myself. I imagine it’s how I became such a voracious reader.
I really love and genuinely need my alone time.
And, it taught me independence. By the age of seven, I knew how to navigate public transportation in a major city. Things were safer back in those days.
My parents could take me anywhere. My models for how to behave were adults. We could travel first class. Good times.
Personally, I don’t recognize a downside. I am who I am. I will own that my boundaries can be pretty tight. That’s only a problem for other people.
I will also own being self centered. Yeah, ok. That doesn’t mean I can’t also be a very empathic and caring human. My self focus manifests as putting myself first; something that is still not typically expected from women. There’s another perk.
Don’t worry, I am CFBC. That gives me the space to be who I am and feel really good about it.
Not every kid has to have a sub.