Raising An Only Child
For awhile, my teenage boy used to be the only child in the house. His siblings didn’t happen to be born until he was about ten years old, and by then, he had a different world of his own.
As a kid growing up without any other children his age to play with, I was worried that he would grow up to be an anti-social. My then five year old son would just usually be regularly found behind his Firefighter Revolving Bookcase reading or trying to draw something. That was his world then, that was his life.
At school, he was also rather timid and would often be by himself. Some other parents told me that maybe this was because he is the only child in the house and thus is used to being alone or by himself. This was so much in contrast with his brother and sister now, who are two little active people playing with each other, fighting with each other and learning social skills.
Eventually though, I realize that for him, this is really just a phase. He’s about fourteen years old now and is already going out with friends of his. As a parent, I’m so much relieved to see my only child learning to be more socially inept.
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