Ethan is three years old. And the most common question I seem to get asked regarding parenting is “Do you think you’ll have another?”.

Being the over-sharer that I am, my answer to the above question is and has been “We don’t intend to have any more.” Although sometimes I must admit to wanting to tell people to get their nose out of my uterus and mind their own bloody business.

From early on, Gavin and I have thought about being a one child family. Then after going through the early years, we had our beliefs somewhat concreted. We did not want to do all that again. Although, I’ll be very honest and say that there are some times that I do feel broody. And we jointly say that we’re about 80% sure that we’re done.

I currently have no interest in being pregnant again, giving birth again or tackling nappy changes again (Ethan once had such a bum explosion it ended up under his armpits. He was also strapped into a car seat at the time. All I can say is that “Mum I need to go to the toilet!” is much more preferable to aformentioned poo-namis). Gavin feels similarly. Although we are both pretty certain that another child would be greated with much joy and a more relaxed form of parenting.

We were never sure if we were meant to be parents. And now we’re not so sure if we’re meant to be parents of two. But another thing to take into consideration is whether or not Ethan would like to be a sibling.

While my boy is very socially aware (thank you daycare) and naturally enjoys the company of other kids, he tends to also really enjoy his own company. Our move home from Australia to UK is going blissfully well and so far Ethan’s LOVING being surrounded by more people and playing with his cousins all day long. But this morning as soon as he woke up he sat on the stairs and we had a conversation that just about broke my heart:

Ethan: Mummy I’m really sad.
Me: Sweetheart! What’s wrong?…
Ethan: I miss Australia
Me: Why do you miss Australia darlin?
Ethan: I miss watching trains and pick up trucks. I want to watch them on my own.

From this, I gather that it’s not so much Australia that he’s missing, but rather the time he spent in his own company. When I was making dinner each day he used to watch a (ridiculously catchy) Youtube show called Truck Tunes. It was like his wind down time after a busy day. And while he’s been spending fun filled days running riot with other kids, I think he’s missing that time to himself. He was also often found happily playing in the middle of the floor quietly with his toys. I was like this as a child, so I understand that need for space and frankly, there’s not been much of that lately.

Gavin and I are trying to not just take our own feelings about having another child into consideration, but also Ethan’s, he’s part of this family too. Which is why I get really annoyed at the amount of people who respond to our “We don’t intend to have any more” with:

“An only child is a lonely child”
“Aw, you have to give them someone to play with”
“You’ll change your mind”
or the one that’s got under my skin the most…
“You can’t do that, that’s not fair on him”

Sure there are long term implications and worries about having an only child (my main one is how he will cope with two ageing parents), but I wonder, are some kids suited to being an only child whilst others are better with siblings?

I’d love to know if any of you were are only child?
Or if you intend on only having one?
Do you feel the pressure from other people to keep reproducing?
Or do you tell them it’s none of their goddamn business?

Image by Nectarine Photography.