Flower with the metal petals... is that like a steel magnolia?
No, I don't think there are any advantages to being a child of an N. But I do think that it suffocates some more than others. I had enough fabric in my soul to keep myself on the straight and narrow and I sure didn't need the torment and constant chaos my life with them was in. I could have been richer, happier, more creative, healthier, stronger, and every single positive adjective you can name. Having no mother at all would have been better than the one I got. I used to daydream that she abandoned me physically at birth, not just emotionally, and some kind sweet, woman who had not been able to have a child found me and took me home; loved me, rocked me to sleep, played games with me, brushed my hair, read me stories, helped me with schoolwork, was kind to my friends, gave me birthday parties, taught me makeup tricks, told me where babies came from, talked to me about boys, sent me to dance class, took me on trips and showed me mountains and oceans, exposed me to the arts, impressed the importance of college -- the list goes on and on.
Someone said in a recent post that new souls choose to be born or not. I have heard that also -- that there is a sort of pool of souls waiting to be born, I think it is called the Guff (I think it is in the Bible, but my reading of the purpose was in some New Age stuff) and that the new souls choose the parents and the parents (a long time before) had chosen them. Well, I think that's a bunch of hoopla, and it may sound good, but there is no way I chose that old bag. I sometimes think that God's purpose for me was to have a life of reflection and a mind so very sensitive and empathetic that I can recognize good. I sometimes think I was supposed to have a life of service to mankind, but that may be a lot of hoopla too. I just try to practice the Golden Rule and am very aware of what a wonderful life this would be if everyone followed it.
