Today is National Middle Child’s Day. Though I’m quite unsure of the origin of this “holiday,” I’m ecstatic that it exists. I doubt that I’ll receive any gifts or Hallmark cards, but I’ll take what I can get.
Unless you’re a mid-kid like I am, you may be wondering why we deserve our own day. Well, we didn’t have seniority like the oldest or get spoiled like the youngest, so it’s the least you could do.
Growing up as the middle child was interesting, to say the least. We’re stereotyped as being awkward and lost and yeah, some of that is true. Between my vivacious big sister and adorable little sister, I was just uhh… there.
Now don’t take this as a pity party, being the middle child had its perks. Often times I found myself being the confidant between my older and younger sister, making fights a whole lot easier to resolve.
“Kelly, Jessie doesn’t like it when you do this. Jessie, Kelly doesn’t like it when you do that. Now make up.”
Easy as pie. I suppose that’s why I intend to study counseling in grad school.
Additionally, it was pretty easy to fly under the radar when I was up to no good. Considering your parents were always nervous about what the first-born was up to, they probably didn’t freak out too much when you turned your bedroom wall into an art canvas. Middle children are “lost” after all, they need to explore as many career choices as possible.
So in short, embrace your awkwardness, middle children. Besides, Bill Gates is a mid-kid.
Love, Peace and Afro Grease,