I only have one child.
I only want one child. I’ve always been certain about that.
It doesn’t bother me that I only have one child. I like my life the way it is.
But the other night, hubby asked me why I was always quick to dismiss my parenting knowledge when they are quite valid and sound. I paused because I wasn’t really sure why I tend to do this.
Then I realise that I feel like my thoughts aren’t valid because I only have one child.
In the parenting playground, aka drop off mornings at school, parents tend to talk about their mornings and nights and what kind of difficulties they’ve been facing with their children.
I nod most of the time, not sharing my own woes mainly because I have very little and because no matter what ‘difficulties’ my child may have, it is nothing compared to the difficulties of impoverished kids in third world countries – she mainly has first world issues.
The second reason is because when I say things like “oh my daughter did this and so were late getting ready for school”, other parents always top it with “you should try it with three (four, five, a dozen) kids” or “at least you only have one”.
They are right though. I do have it easy. I only have one child and she is easy to handle for most of the mornings before school. Not to say though that she doesn’t have any issues. But she is only one.
So when I think about the knowledge I have of being a parent, I always think “well how valid is that when you haven’t tried juggling three or four of them?”. I keep my thoughts to myself and nod when other parents start rattling their unsolicited parenting advice my way.
Because what do I know? I only have one.