The Last Child.
Today’s writing is all about those last-child perceptions. Being the last child is somehow fun and challenging at the same time, and today I will be talking more about it.
I remember those days when everything was so easy, back when I was a little bit younger, things were very very simple and reachable, but now, not so much. So I’ll be talking more about the pros and cons of being the last child.
Pros.
Honestly, one of the best moments of being the last child is back when you’re still a kid. Where you tend to get extra care, whether it’s from your parents, your families, or even anyone. It’s easier because you tend to get people on your side whether you were right or wrong.
I don’t want to say that I was spoiled back then, but I was privileged. I was born in a condition and situation when my family was in a good financial state, and everything that I needed was there. Well, I know that not everyone is as lucky as me, but I’m super grateful for what has been done and what happened to me when I was little.
I tend to get that jealous vibe from my elder siblings, and somehow It is how it is. Being the last child is really fun when you think about it. You learn so many things from your sibling’s past mistakes — — — even though in the end you created some new mistakes also.
I remember those days when all my friends at school had many cool devices and I would just be like asking my dad about them and he would give them to me the next weekend. As easy as that.
While my elder siblings need to work hard and get good grades or achievements when it comes to getting new things. So, I’m grateful, very grateful.
But when you grow older…
Cons.
The more mature you are the more feeling of “gaenakan” comes into mind. I was that kid, I know that my college tuition was very high compared to my elder siblings. Which then made me understand more about how much “weight” I’m holding on to. I know at the end of the day, as a parent you would do anything to provide the best possible solution for your children and I agree with that.
One of the cons of being the last child is less freedom. I mean this doesn’t occur to me actually but to most of my friends. Somehow you became very fragile to them, and they want you to be safe. This is normal by the way, who doesn’t want their child to be safe, but I’m saying this from another point of view.
I’m grateful that my parents aren’t that strict anymore. I guess before it was, but the more you grow older the more you mature and the more you show that you are capable of doing great things the more they would likely let you discover yourself.
The last thing about the cons of being the last child is Time.
Well, I remember I was chilling on the sofa while seeing my dad playing with his grandchildren and talking about trains, and you know what I thought to myself. I just hope for good health for my mom and dad. I want them to be there on my big days, as in being married to the love of my life, my firstborn child, and the day when I can make them proud as the last child.
Being the last child at this moment is tough, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop especially when you know that now you're on your own.
