It began about a year after my son was born. People, mostly family, but sometimes complete strangers, would ask my husband and I when we planned on having another, meaning another baby.
"Don’t you want to give Hunter a little brother or sister?" and "Aren’t you worried he’ll be lonely?"
The negative assumption being that people with only children are selfish and only children grow up to be selfish, lonely, maladjusted adults. We’ve all heard the joke about the lone kid on the playground, crouched under the monkey bars eating sand or talking to himself on the swing. He must be an only child.
What they don’t realize is that the parents on the receiving end of their questions and quips may not be capable of having more children.
It’s been seven years since my son was born. Truth be told, I was never in a rush to have another one. In fact, if it hadn’t worked out,I would have been perfectly fine with “just” Hunter. I was never worried about him being lonely or maladjusted. The only one I ever worry about is Sadie. No one ever inquires how she is doing. And she is the only one of her species in the house!
We’ve considered getting another dog to keep Sadie company, but they’re so much work, and I guess I’m a little selfish.