I am the third of four children, and am convinced that I have a serious case of middle child syndrome. I have two sisters, one older and one younger, and an older brother. Since my brother is the only boy, i’m convinced that he takes the title of only boy, leaving me with the title of ‘middle sister’, which in my mind means middle child. And true to the stereotypes of middle children, I stick out like a sore thumb.
You know the kid in the classroom that throws their hand in the air and aggressively waves it around, almost like they’re saying “look at me, look at me”? That’s was me growing up. I rebelled a lot. If my parents said turn left, you could be sure that I was turning right. To say it politely, you could say I was the child that was parented the most. I definitely walked to the beat of my own drum, and because of it, I feel very free as an adult.
You’ll often hear me say that the middle child will be the most successful in a family. Yes I may be biased, but the facts don’t lie. Bill Gates, Martin Luther King Jr and Madonna were all middle children. People always say that middle children feel neglected, and I think we unintentionally are. It’s true that we are probably parented the most, but in our defense, that’s the only attention we get! We are very independent, and understand the value of being ourselves. I think being neglected growing up was a blessing, because now I have the confidence to be myself. Thanks mum and dad!
What’s ironic in my special case of “middle child syndrome” is that I was the only child that was healthy enough to be released with my mum when she was discharged from the hospital. I am also the only one of my siblings who has severe food allergies and Asthma. My siblings often joke that I need to take my ‘air supply’ – yes Ventalin and Flovent are my best friends. Having all of these problems only strengths my case for having “middle child syndrome”.
I’ve always stuck out like a sore thumb, whether it be on purpose or not, and this has been a blessing in my life. Being the child who always felt different, I learned to find my inner strength. I learned to be patient with myself and to accept who I am as a person. Similarly to everyone, I have flaws, but in my mind I consider my flaws a blessing. What’s the purpose of life if you don’t have things to improve on and grow? Being a ‘sore thumb’ is a gift. Being different gives you the freedom to find yourself, without fearing judgement.