As the middle child myself, when I was younger, I didn’t feel like there was anything special about me and my role in our family.
I wasn’t the oldest. I wasn’t the youngest. I wasn’t the only boy or the only girl. I was just there. I was there in the middle, with nothing innately setting me apart.
I don’t think it’s anything to do with my parents, something they did or didn’t do. I think there just might be something to the whole birth order thing. I thought that when I had a family of my own, that by simply being aware of this, it would help me when and if I had a middle child.
And now I do have a middle child…
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