I was an only child for 15 years and I didn’t know it at the time, but when I was 15 years old, I soon discovered just how wonderful my only-child life had been. My mom had a baby: my kid brother. First of all, he cried all the time and that put a harsh on my chill because I was trying to watch TV and play games. However, he also needed a lot of attention from our parents, and I was suddenly a lot less important, by necessity. Don’t get me wrong. I loved the kid and still do, but it taught me something.
At the age of 15, I just got a huge education on what it meant o have a baby, believe me. You could call it a free dose of birth control, and my parents didn’t exactly have that in mind. However, I learned that raising a child is a lot of work. I’ve never had children of my own (and that’s totally OK) but my wife had two children when I met her. After some years of being a bachelor, I suddenly found myself the stepparent of two teenagers. My step-daughter was away at college, but my stepson was still a young teenager at home.