“You don’t need new clothes, your brother just grew out of his.”
“You can’t do that yet, your brother is older.” (By a year ????)
“Grandma didn’t get you a gift, she only likes firstborns.” (I’m not making that up)
Today is the worst day of the year, it’s “National Middle Child Day”.
I will not complain about my childhood, because it was wonderful. However, there were times when I wished I wasn’t the middle child. Anyone who is a middle child will understand. It’s almost like your older sibling ruined everything before you had a chance to do it.
Really wanted that awesome toy? Well, your older brother got it, and it broke so now mom won’t spend money to buy another.
Older brother needed a car for his graduation present, he gets a Z3 BMW because he is going to become a doctor. I got a cake….?
Not to mention my older brothers birthday is on the 2nd of November, mine is the 18th. He always got a gift, but when it came time for mine I was told it was too close to Christmas so I had to buy what I wanted that year.
Looking back it’s actually hilarious, and I really did have a wonderful childhood. Great parents, kick-butt farm to play on, and countless other memories but being the middle child has left a mark on me for the rest of my life.
Going to Goodwill to find clothes doesn’t bother me. Expectations of getting things is extremely low. I also don’t need to eat that much, because all the food was gone by the time it got to me.
All in all, being the middle child wasn’t so bad. I watched as my older brother made mistakes, so I knew not to do that. In high school, everyone was nice because I was Q’s little brother. I also got to tag along to a couple of parties. I was arrested at one though for underage drinking. He wasn’t because he left with a girl… That’s the luck of the middle child I guess.
I wouldn’t trade my childhood for anything, and I have the best family in the world.
Just remember to check on your middle child, or they might turn out like me!