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.

Today I am at Things I Can’t Say sharing my heart about what it feels like to be an only child who is parenting siblings. Click here to be taken to the rest of the story. 

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