Cavan Images/ Getty Images
My two oldest kids left the nest this past fall — one to do a gap year in Israel, the other to start his freshman year at college— and no one took it harder than their 14-year-old brother.
He’s five years younger than his sister and six years younger than his brother, but despite the age gap, the three of them have always been pretty tight. They have inside jokes, secret alliances, and a shared love of telling my husband and I how “cringe, weird, and annoying” we are. As we packed up each kid for their individual adventure, my youngest was on repeat: “UGH! I’m going to be stuck here all alone!”
“But you have us,” my husband and I reminded him, only to be met with intense eye rolls.
In the following months, something unexpected happened.
The adjustment took time
That first week the house was so quiet, it practically echoed. The three of us tried to keep up the lively dinnertime vibes of our family of five, but our son ate quietly, sullenly, then abruptly left the table, went to his room and closed (slammed) the door. He mostly moped around sighing. He no longer had his brother to squabble with over the Switch, his sister to whisper to at night, and no one to gang up on his father and me during a family debate. He was, for the first time in his life, the only child in the house.
But within a few weeks, things started to change for the better. We began to see little inklings of him enjoying solo life.
He found his own rhythm and blossomed
Without older siblings to compete with, share with, or defer to, he blossomed into his own rhythm. He discovered the joy of having the bathroom all to himself; no need to bang on the door when someone overstayed in the shower and no one interrupting his long baths. He could play with his Switch on the big TV without anyone fighting him for the remote. He no longer had to wait his turn to talk to me or my husband — we were all ears, all the time. And no more coming home to find someone had finished all of his snacks.
He also became more self-sufficient. With no older siblings to trail behind, he started taking more initiative by packing his own lunches, doing his own laundry, and cleaning his room. He also learned the art of snatching what was left behind in his siblings’ rooms (a favorite blanket here, a coveted hoodie there). I saw a version of my youngest I hadn’t seen before: confident, independent, sneaky in the funniest of ways. Being the “last kid standing” gave him a new kind of spotlight, and he quietly, contentedly stepped into it.
School breaks were tricky to navigate
Then school break arrived and my son was counting the seconds until his siblings came home. The minute each stepped through the door, arms full of duffels and stories, he lit up. For about five minutes.
Then came the territorial disputes. One wanted to use the X-box and took back the seat my youngest had now claimed at the dinner table. My daughter left string cheese wrappers around the areas my youngest had straightened up, and her makeup took over the once-organized bathroom counters. Suddenly, the youngest in the house had to wait again — for the bathroom, for the TV, for our attention.
“UGH! When are they going back to school?!” he yelled one night, exasperated.
It was a comedic whiplash. The same kid who had mourned their absence now couldn’t wait for them to leave. But I got it. He had spent months adjusting to a new normal, and maybe even enjoying it. Their return, while joyous in theory, was an abrupt disruption to the world he had carefully restructured around himself.
In the end, the three fell back into a familiar rhythm of bickering, bonding, and teasing. But there was a shift: Our youngest was no longer the little brother just along for the ride. He had become his own person with his own routines and I think his siblings saw that, too. He had grown a few inches, his voice had gone down a few octaves, and they started to see him more as an equal and not an annoying little brother.
The baby of our family may still miss his siblings when they’re gone, but he’s learned that being on his own comes with its own perks. And if nothing else, at least he knows the bathroom is his again — until the next break.
The post There are unexpected perks to being the last kid at home, just ask my youngest son appeared first on Business Insider.
