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It boggles my mind how forward some people are about another person’s family planning. Whether it’s at the playground, at school, or in the grocery store, people like to give very much unwanted advice. What starts off as polite conversation about how many kids I have suddenly becomes a condemnation on our choice to only have one. “But he needs a little brother or sister,” they say earnestly. No, he doesn’t. Please stop saying this, and f*ck off.
To tell me what my son needs is in essence telling me that I’ve somehow failed at raising him.
I get that it’s contrived small talk and not intended to be hurtful, but that doesn’t excuse people feeling the need to say it. To tell me what my son needs is in essence telling me that I’ve somehow failed at raising him. Here I thought I was doing a halfway decent job at giving him things he actually needs, like food, water, shelter, and love, but apparently none of that matters if they don’t have a sibling to share it with.
There is no guarantee that siblings would get along at a young age, and at this point I’d be looking at a pretty sizable age gap between the two if I were to have another. Siblings can grow up to be wildly different and barely speak. Through other family members and and his growing list of friends, he is absorbing all the benefits of having a sibling while still benefiting from being an only child.
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