Welcome my loves to this, an anonymous guest post. I’m sure you’ll agree it makes a welcome change from the shite which I normally spout - enjoy xxx
They say the middle child is prone to fall between two stalls: neither the first born nor the baby, it can be hard for them to get their fair share of love and attention. It’s a good theory; well, at least for the first 20 years. You see I’ve noticed something and I’m not sure if anyone else has? And it’s this…
Everyone talks about the middle child. There’s a syndrome dedicated to them when all is said and done. The parental world is wracked with guilt for them. And if your middle child is anything like mine, they pick up on this pretty fast; admittedly maybe not when they’re children.
But that’s where the 20 years come in, see?
The baby got away with murder
and
The eldest got everything first
what parent could turn a blind eye to that kind of pull on the heart strings?
And so the tables turn.
I guess you could call it Karma. Maybe as the baby I did get away with murder? But I’d still like to count here and now, today. Not because of my age, not because I’m the baby, but because I’m me; one of three.
And if nothing else, because unlike the children with whole syndrome’s dedicated to them, I don’t believe I’m more or less special than my siblings.
Maybe one day my parents will have paid off their debt to our middle child. Or maybe I just need to invent a syndrome.
Whatever the case, I can’t help but feel I’m the one who’s fallen between the stalls…
