My son is an only child. I can’t fathom what goes through his head when he sees his friends playing with their siblings.
All I know is what he shares with me.
He feels lonely. He can get sad. He wishes he had a brother.
But he also endures. He has courage. Way more than I ever had at his age.
He has learned to walk up to kids at the park, complete strangers, and ask them if they’d like to play.
He doesn’t get too affected by rejection. He doesn’t let it linger for too long, at least.
He amazes me because he proves that when the world wants to judge you and put you into a box, you can break out of it.
You can carve your own path.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in my son’s shoes but I’m glad he’s learning, adapting, and enduring.
He’s starting to realize that the world works in a variety of different ways.
He’s working to be comfortable in his own skin and embrace his differences.
He’s starting to gain perspective.