There aren't a lot of ironclad rules of family life, but here's one: No matter how much your parents deny it - and here's betting they deny it a lot - they have a favorite child. And if you're a parent, so do you.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm an only child, and I think one of the sweet things about that is that my parents are really interested in every aspect of my life.
When you're your parents' one shot at a genetic legacy, you may get to attend all the best schools, wear all the best clothes and eat all the best foods - at least relative to children in multiple-sibling households. But you also wind up with an overweening sense of your own importance.
Your parents want to think they have a healthy, happy family.
It's one of the worst-kept secrets of family life that all parents have a preferred son or daughter, and the rules for acknowledging it are the same everywhere: The favored kids recognize their status and keep quiet about it - the better to preserve the good thing they've got going and to keep their siblings off their back.
With families, no matter what kind you inherit, at some point you want to announce that you belong to it.
I love my parents. But they have their life, and I have mine.
Being a parent is not a reasonable thing. It is a very hard thing. I am a parent and I know.
You may find that your parents are the most delightful people, but you don't want to live with them.
Love your parents, but don't have them as your mates.
A large family makes you accept sharing your parents.