Im a single parent of an only child and I don't have a partner. I've always wanted two children and did in fact conceive a second child with my (now ex) partner, but this sadly ended in miscarriage.
I'm writing this post because although I've spent a long time feeling the disappointment of not being able to give my child a sibling, at the moment these feelings are absolutely consuming me and I feel so sad about it most of the time. I don't want to feel like this and I feel like its robbing me of happiness.
I should add that all of the sadness I feel about it is centred around how I feel my son has just been short changed - not necessarily a strong bioligical yearning on my part, although I would be thrilled to have another child. It's that the child I have doesn't have the family set up I think he 'deserves'
He often talks about how he'd love a younger brother or sister and it just breaks my heart that I can't give it to him.
I guess its times like the long summer break that amplify these feelings. I do try incredibly hard to make sure we're doing something fun most days, arranging things with friends and their kids and I'm always looking for fun things to do, but (understandably) it often happens that friends have made family plans and for us to go along would feel like imposing.
I worry about times like Christmas Morning and his birthday when he wakes up with just him and me in the house, not the bustling excitement and fun he hears about from his friends or sees on TV and I feel really sad for him. Almost like we're not a 'proper family' because it's just the two of us.
I worry about the holidays we take on our own where he's most likely desperately missing another child to play with or just someone else to talk to that isn't me!
I take holidays with him every year where I try to book interesting, fun things to do with other children around but it just feels like we're playing at the family holiday and that at the end of the day we go back to a room on our own.
It's the silly things like the morning routine, where while I'm showering/getting dressed for work, he is effectively left on his own downstairs with no one else to make conversation with, not even another adult.
Also, the fact that I'm a single parent means I have to spend a lot of time completing house admin, cleaning, shopping, gardening, DIY, which invariably means he's bored and/or left by himself.
I worry for him when we have words or fall out about something - it's just us in the house together, he has no sibling to go to to distract himself or talk about it, not even another adult to sound off with, he must feel so lonely in those times.
I worry about the future for him, when he's a teenager and a young adult and won't have that precious sibling relationship-that person you turn to when your mum is pissing you off or to give you some advice about something you'd rather not talk to your parents about.
That he'll feel so alone when I die as he'll have no one to share his grief with.
I know the emotional value of a sibling. I have one and I don't know what I'd do without her. I just find it so sad that he won't have that sibling to share all of his wonderful childhood memories with and lean on in times of need, like I do with mine .
I try to plan sleepovers for him and his friends with us as often as I can, so he experiences that 'full house' feeling a little more.
We're so very close as a result of being a twosome for so long. I should add that I don't show any of this worry or sadness in front of him. I try my absolute best to be positive and fun and to create as many great experiences as I can for him, but I still feel like he's been let down.
My son is more than enough for me. He's absolutely incredible and a joy to be around. I just don't think I am enough for him.
I guess I'm just after some words of advice to stop these constant feelings of guilt and sadness. I don't want to feel this way anymore, but seeing all these lovely photos on Facebook of all these beautiful families having a wonderful time together just compounds it all. I'm truly happy for my lovely friends and their families, but to be blunt, I feel so jealous and sad that my son doesn't have those same experiences. Jealousy is a pointless and destructive emotion I know, which is why I'm desperate to stop feeing this way.
Thank you for reading what has become an extremely self-indulgent post. And I'd like to reiterate that the luck I have experienced by having one healthy child has not escaped me. I am incredibly lucky, it is my child that I think deserves more.