Dear Middle Child,
I have a truth to share with you. You often receive an unfair reputation. It’s not that you develop a complex; it’s that one is thrust upon you. Society often labels you as the “forgotten” child, long before any actual trauma occurs. Ironically, this has worked to your advantage.
Take your eldest sibling, for instance. We placed immense expectations on him. He was labeled “advanced” because he hit milestones early—rolling over, walking, and talking. We inundated him with educational programming, toys, and games, always anticipating his next achievement. He often bears the weight of being the oldest, a position that comes with significant pressure.
Now, let’s discuss your youngest sibling. His experience is not much different. He seems to escape all disciplinary measures, simply because we are exhausted. As parents, we’ve grown weary, allowing him to enjoy a carefree existence. But rest assured, this will not last forever. Eventually, he’ll have to give up his pacifier and diapers and learn to sleep through the night. The transition will be challenging for him.
But you? You are in a unique position. You occupy the sweet middle ground. I realized this during a moment when your father was preoccupied with your younger sibling while attempting to assist your older brother with homework. You quietly snuck away and indulged in a hidden stash of Easter chocolate, consuming numerous treats without anyone noticing. Being the middle child has its perks.
This occasional oversight has made us more attuned to your needs. We are fiercely protective of you. The moment you exhibit any signs of distress, we spring into action, determined to ensure you don’t feel overlooked. However, we strive to maintain a balance and avoid hovering—something your older and younger siblings can attest to. You have the freedom to navigate life on your own terms.
What truly sets you apart is this: when your older sibling was born, he was everyone’s cherished baby. He was the first grandchild for my parents and the first grandson for your father’s family. Everyone celebrated his arrival with showers and hospital visits. I had to share him with a multitude of admirers.
When your younger sibling arrived, he became the beloved baby of you and your older brother. You were both eager to care for him, relishing in his first smiles and laughter. Those precious moments were shared among you, while your father and I handled the less glamorous aspects of parenting.
But you—oh, you were my baby, solely mine. There was a distinct difference in the excitement surrounding your arrival. While the world may not have celebrated you with the same fervor, I was filled with anticipation. I envisioned your personality long before you entered this world.
Though there were a few visitors, they were few and far between, which allowed me to cherish every moment with you. I could snuggle you longer, kiss you more, and observe you closely. Your father took your older sibling out, leaving us together. As we learned about the older and younger siblings, I found that you were the one I truly discovered—my joy to know and nurture. While many adore you—because you are undeniably lovable—you are uniquely mine.
So, there are no apologies for being sometimes overlooked or for fewer photographs. You have been fortunate, dear child. The middle position holds its own special advantages.
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In summary, being the middle child comes with its unique blend of challenges and advantages. You occupy a position that allows for both freedom and careful attention. Embrace your role; it truly does have its perks.