Dear Middle Child,
Let’s get real for a moment. You often bear an undeserved reputation. The middle child syndrome isn’t something you inherently develop; it’s something society places on you. The truth? You’ve actually hit the jackpot in many ways.
Take your older sibling, for instance. With him, we had high hopes and lots of pressure. He was labeled “advanced” the moment he rolled over and took his first steps. We inundated him with educational toys, programs, and expectations, always waiting for his next milestone. After all, he’s the firstborn—the eldest. That’s a weighty title to carry.
Now, consider your younger sibling. He’s not exactly in a better position. We’ve let him get away with a lot, largely because we’re utterly exhausted. He’s had it easy so far, but trust me, a reckoning is coming. Sooner or later, we’ll enforce the rules. He’ll have to give up the pacifier and the diapers, and he’ll learn what it means to stay in bed all night. Let’s just say, it won’t be pretty.
But you? You’re in the sweet spot. I had an epiphany about this during a chaotic moment when your dad was juggling a bottle for the youngest while helping your older brother with homework. You seized the opportunity and devoured a stash of Easter chocolates, completely unnoticed. You cleverly concealed the wrappers in the couch cushions, and when no one came looking, you indulged yourself. Being the middle child has its perks, doesn’t it?
This occasional oversight makes us more attuned to your needs. We’ve become your fiercest advocates. The moment we sense any hint of sadness or anxiety from you, we spring into action, ensuring you never feel neglected. But let’s be clear—we don’t hover. That’s a slippery slope. Just ask your older brother or the “baby.” You’re given the freedom to navigate life on your own terms.
What truly sets you apart is this: when your older brother was on the way, he was everyone’s darling. The first grandchild, the first grandson—he was showered with attention and gifts. I had to share him with everyone.
When your younger brother came along, you and your older brother were ecstatic. You both showered him with love and affection, claiming those first smiles and giggles. But me? When you were in my belly, you were my treasure—my exclusive joy. Sure, there were visitors, but they were few. I had the time to snuggle you, kiss you, and marvel at you without interruptions. Your dad took your older brother out for some fun, leaving us to bond. While your siblings had their moments, you were mine to discover.
So, let’s set the record straight. There’s no need for apologies about being overlooked, fewer snapshots, or feeling less special. You, my dear, have hit the jackpot being the middle child. The middle is a fantastic place to be.
For more insights on family dynamics and life as a middle child, check out this thoughtful piece here. And if you’re looking to expand your family, consider visiting Make A Mom for their reliable at-home insemination kits. They can make your journey significantly easier. Additionally, March of Dimes is an excellent resource for everything related to pregnancy and home insemination.
In summary, being the middle child isn’t a burden; it’s a unique blessing filled with opportunities to grow and thrive. Embrace your place in our family.
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