NJ is a truth seeker, coffee worshiper, and a classic rock lover. She, her husband Mike, and son Malone welcomed baby Lola into their lives this August. She writes at www.acookiebeforedinner.com where she hopes everyone walks away either laughing or encouraged.
I am only child. As a kid, it was fine. I had a lot of cousins to play with and amused myself with lots of extracurricular activities that I KNOW wouldn’t have happened if I had a brother or sister. But as an adult, I find myself longing for a sibling- someone who shares my DNA and family story. I’m lonely for the sibling I’ll never have. Someone who I have inside jokes with and someone I could go shopping with or out to dinner. I could go on and on, but you get it. I realize that not all adult siblings get along with each other, but in my world, my imaginary sibling and I are best friends.
I think most parents end up wanting to give their kids everything they didn’t have as a kid growing up- material, financial, emotional, or otherwise. I know for me, that is true. Somehow I feel like by doing so we deem ourselves a “good” parent. Whether or not that is true or not in your world, you can decide. But for me, it is.
Before we even had our first born, Malone, I was already planning and thinking about a sibling – hoping and dreaming of giving him the one thing I missed out on growing up. This summer, my dream came true when we welcomed Lola into our lives.
Malone is absolutely smitten with her.
“This is MY baby sister,” he says. “And I named her Lola because I love the Kinks… you know that band from the ’70’s.” (For the record, he’s totally right. He is the one who named her).
He is learning what it means to share parents. He has to wait is turn now for us sometimes. He’s perfected the art of putting a pacifier in her mouth.
And when he sings to her, my heart melts into a giant mushy puddle.
“Lollie Lollie, Lollie Lou. Lola, Lola, I love you.”
I can see their relationship growing day by day.
Lola’s eyes light up when she hears his voice. She’s just started to track him around the room. And she does that weird hiccup laugh when he tickles her toes.
I know that life will not always be so idyllic and grand. They will fight. They will make up. They will annoy the heck out of each other and then some.
But when it is all said and done, they will always have each other.
And I would be lying if I didn’t say I was a little jealous.
Do you have a sibling? Do you get along?
And if you’re an only child, how do you feel about it?