I don’t feel sorry for my middle child.
I can’t tell you how many times people have warned me against leaving our kid crew at an odd number. “One will always be left out”, they warned. “The middle always gets over looked,” they’d say.
They worried that middle children often don’t know where they fit.
They’re not the oldest, paving the way. Yet, they’re not the baby gaining all the attention.
They all felt sorry for my middle.
But, I’m here to tell you. My middle is anything but overlooked. And I don’t feel sorry for him in the slightest. His middle child status is a gift I’ve given him.
He loves getting the honor of being both a big brother and a little brother. He thrives at playing both of those roles. What some may see as a downfall, to be squished in the middle of the big and the little, he sees as a great privilege.
He owns that middle child status with pride. He is feisty. He is super stubborn.
He give me a run for my money in the parenting departing. Every single day in fact. But that doesn’t mean he’s deprived of anything in our family.
I don’t feel sorry for him.
Yes, He’s different than his brothers. He has taught me that there is no such thing as one size fits all in discipline department. He challenges me. He makes me step up my game as a mom. He is often my hardest kid to discipline, but often makes me laugh the hardest too. In true second child fashion, he is constantly defying all the middle child stereotypes.
No way does he fall for the myth that the middle child is an outsider.
He wouldn’t dare let that happen. He’s assertive. He often will tell you exactly what he wants, and he’s not afraid to fight for it.
But sister, that’s not a bad thing.
I actually want these qualities for my kids. And if he needs middle child status in our family to gain these qualities, than man, I’m a rockstar parent for giving him this giant gift.
Life would be boring without middle children pushing the boundaries and laughing at the world for trying to fit them in the normal mold.