Do you wish you were born into a big family, medium-sized family, or as an only child?
Well, I am an only child, but for a few years (from about age six to eleven) I had a younger step-sister, about two years younger than me. If you’d asked me at the time, I would have said I wished I was still an only child (but we’ve gotten to be friends since then, and now I adore her). I also know that my mom wanted to, tried to, have more children, and while I feel her pain that her desire for more was denied to her, I am glad that I get to keep her all to myself (she’s pretty fucking cool, though, so if you ask me nicely I might share her. Sharon.).
I have friends who have one or two siblings, and while I’m enchanted with how they interact with each other, I never felt like siblings was something I missed out on, or something I desired to have. Maybe that’s because The Stepmonster (TM) always did her best to drive a wedge between my step-sister and I, always pitting us against each other; it wasn’t until I was much older and saw that my friends had siblings that got along, that it occurred to me that someone in your family could be an ally and not an enemy.
I also have friends who come from large families (my husband, for one) and that is just amazing. To see how much they all love each other, and support each other? I’m glad I get to see that — but again, don’t feel that I missed out on anything not having it, growing up. I had books, I had my imagination, I had G-ma. What else did I need?