Anonymous wrote:I am an only child married to someone with siblings. We have kids.
I was perfectly content being an only child when I was growing up. I had my own room, didn't have to fight over what program to watch on the TV, and was able to go to a more expensive colllege because my parents didn't have to put multiple kids through school. The community I grew up in had kids everywhere, so there was always someone to play with or hang out with. The only time I suffered for not having a sibling was on vacations, when it would have been nice to have another kid to do things with.
As an adult, I wish I had siblings. I would like for my kids to have aunts, uncles and cousins on my side of the family. And I have an aging parent who may need support soon, and the idea of doing that all on my own, without the help of adult siblings, is daunting.
This resonates so much with me. It was fine growing up as an only. I was introverted and loved reading and my small group of friends. We also had family friends and extended family very often (like weekly). It was not lonely at all. I am close to my parents and got a lot of attention (but also some friction).
As an adult with my own kids I hate it. It feels very isolating. I wish my kids have close uncles, aunts and cousins. Yes I realize it doesn't always work out that way, we can make our own community etc. But the holidays etc always leave me feeling depressed and a bit lost like there just isn't anyone close in our orbit to share our lives with.