My ex husband was career military. When our oldest was in second grade, "dad" got orders to move elsewhere late in the school year.
My oldest had substantial social challenges to begin with and I didn't like the idea of him being the new kid in school for just a few weeks at the end of the school year. So I went to the school and asked them what was the earliest date he could be considered "graduated" from second grade and then talked to the husband and he took a few days of military leave to delay our departure.
This allowed my child to "graduate" about a month early and skip the trauma of being the new kid in school so late in the school year.
So given my views of development, I looked at my oldest child and went "He NEEDS a sibling. Full stop. He will never be functional if he grows up as an only child, and never mind that I live in terror of ending up a poverty-stricken, divorced single mom and another child is another mouth to feed."
My oldest very aspie child told me once that messaging that family was important didn't in his opinion match his experience until I decided to homeschool my kids. Homeschooling for him meant mom's words and actions actually matched and that was a big deal for him.
I was surprised to hear that from him. No, I'm not suggesting the only right way to raise kids is homeschooling them, but for him homeschooling equalled "yes, family actually matters like people say it's supposed to."
Given his social challenges, I believe he's more functional than he otherwise would have been because he had several years experience of the family walking the talk.
My sister is 6.5 years older than I am. This means I was still in elementary school when she started high school.
Given my youth, I didn't understand my mother's political battle with the school one year when my sister was in high school and it was never really explained to me.
My sister was one of the smartest kids in her graduating class. She had Velma's face, thick glasses and smarts but Daphne's body, long hair and sense of style.
Like me, she was STAR Student of her graduating class. In other words, she had the highest SAT score of her class and her GPA was in the top ten percent.
She never got her certificate. My mother believed they erroneously printed a different name on it, the BOY they assumed would get it. When I became STAR student some years later at the same highs chool, I did get my certificate but they misspelled my name.
So the school was a misogynistic environment where girls weren't really supposed to be the smartest people in school. And probably they fundamentally believed that a girl could be either Velma or Daphne -- a smart nerd or attractive -- but not some mix of both.
Georgia is hotter than hell and it was acceptable for kids to wear shorts to school but they couldn't wear "hot pants." When we were both young adults , my sister was shorter than me but had the same inseam length.
So she was all leg and this probably contributed to school staff objecting to her wearing shorts to school even though she wasn't in hot pants ("short shorts"). So she would wear shorts to school and get sent to the office and they would call our mother and tell them to bring her a change of clothes that wasn't a violation of dress code.
My mother had a strong righteous streak and this just pissed her off royally. So she got a copy of the dress code and read it very carefully and it stated that if shorts had a one inch cuff, they weren't hot pants.
My mother sewed beautifully and my sister loved nice clothes, so that year shopping for material and planning my sister's next outfit was like a war room planning session with my mother plotting her next volley in this war.
Shorts with a matching long vest were a thing at that time, so my mother was sewing a lot of shorts (with a one inch cuff!) with matching vests for an extra layer of blatantly screaming "this is a conservative outfit." But also one of those conservative outfits was in bright pink.
My sister was extremely mousy as a kid but for whatever reason she happily went along with wearing these very conservatively cut, eye-catching outfits knowing she would get sent to the office over it again and letting mom fight with the school about my sister's right to wear shorts and implicitly that it was okay for a smart girl to have taste and be attractive.
Probably directly because of that, my sister ended up with a serious career "like a man" working for the federal government in jobs where dressing well and politely not backing down after looking up the applicable rules put her in a surprisingly powerful, well paid position in her twenties.
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Footnote
In case it needs to be said, Velma and Daphne are characters from Scooby Doo, a la this short clip.