If I Were an Only Child
A new novel, If I Were an Only Child, by Rebecca MacKinnon and Kristy Wright reflects the authors’ real life experiences with their relationships between themselves, their sibling and their aging parents.
According to the press release:
The story is focused around a set of characters who must work through issues ranging from workplace, healthcare and finances, to the emotional conflict generated as the reality of aging challenges a parent’s complete independence.
I’ve not had the opportunity to read it yet, but I think it’s interesting to see the subject matter be incorporated into a novel.
Sounds interesting. I was an only child–adopted–and my mom’s caregiver…the good part? I didn’t have to fight with siblings. The bad part? I didn’t have to fight with siblings…in that I mean that there was no one to call, to gripe to, to help out, to blame…
We see fighting/disagreeing as “bad.” How else are we to learn? About ourselves/about life? Our family, for all their faults teach us more about life than just about anyone else (except our enemies, frenemies, and those who do us dirty)
So, which is worse–being alone–or the occasional fight?
Guess we all want what we don’t have.
~Carol O’Dell
Author, Mothering Mother
http://www.mothering-mother.com
PS–novel suggestion–it’s old(er) but I really liked Anna Quindlin’s One True Thing. It’s about a college age/young adult woman who returns home to care for her mother who’s dying of cancer–and it’s so much more. Beautifully done.