middle child

August 12 is National Middle Child Day--a dilemma for those of us in the center of our families: We're not often used to having the spotlight on us.
Little Man, my soon-to-be 6-year-old, is our middle child. The only boy sandwiched between two sisters. His bubbly personality is such a joy to be around and his sensitive, sweet, side is one I pray will always remain.
And as I grow older, I have come to appreciate what the middle represents and why it is vital to a society's well being. Being the middle asks us to part with our ego and find a solution because inevitably as the middle child, you always shared a room.
I'm jealous of a dog. There, I said it and I mean it. I know what you're thinking too-- you are one pathetic human being. When it comes to attention, it's a constant need of mine. I must always be in the limelight or else I feel shitty.
Recently, I've been trying to focus on how being a middle child is a positive thing and will actually prepare my son for the real world -- more so than being the oldest or youngest.
I'm starting to buy into the whole birth order thing a little bit. You know, the one that says the first born is responsible, driven, protective. The second is the wild, daring, kick ass and take names type. The third is random, spontaneous, fun. Not much literature on the fourth or fifth because most sane families stop way before that.
She is the most determined, tough little girl I know. She doesn't take crap from anyone. She loves hard, plays hard, tries new things, doesn't give up and leaves me amazed at what she can accomplish.
It seems like a healthy indulgence for my middle child, who had the hardest time of all of us when our latest addition, Adriana, was born in August.
"No one likes the middle, Mom. It's a fact. No one ever calls the middle seat. No one wants a middle piece of cake. They want side pieces, the ones with all the frosting. Even you said you don't like the middle, because it's where the gray hair grows outta your head."
It's hard to draw the line between healthy competition and unhealthy sibling rivalry. I want my kids to be competitive, just not with each other. Yet, I don't know how to stop it.
I wanted to protect him, but the more I focused on him, the more he fought it off. It was like he already had a shield of armor around his heart, which pretty much broke mine. I thought I had sealed his fate and he was punishing me.
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I know that no two children have the same set of parents, even though they live in the same family. Why? Because parents are different with each of their children, and no two children ever take the same role.
I've grown to thank the universe for blessing me with the so called, "middle child syndrome." Middles of the world, listen up: you have gifts and opportunities that you should take full advantage of.
Bruce Hopman, creator of Smack Dab: A Middle Child's Blog, joins HuffPost Live to explain that "Middle Child Syndrome" is real and wasn't just made up by angry kids.
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