I’ve been doing a bit of soul-searching lately. On more than one occasion people have described me as an only child. It’s true, I am an only child. The thing is, when I’m describing someone’s personality I don’t usually say “so-and-so is a first-born, he/she has two younger sisters” or something like that. Most people don’t think that’s really relevant to someone’s personality except when it comes to only children. Apparently we’re a breed of our own.
Frankly, I don’t get it. Sure, the fact that I was the one and only child in my family is part of who I am, but does it really define me? I look around at the other “onlies” that I know – my father, my cousin, my husband, and my best friend from high school (just to name a few) – and in our totality we don’t seem to be that similar. We all have very distinct personalities. So am I missing something because I too am an only child? Are we all a bunch of lonely, selfish, social misfits and I’m just not seeing it? Is there a big scarlet “O” stamped on our foreheads that is only visible to people with siblings?