The middle kid gets hosed.
There’s even a syndrome for it – Middle Child Syndrome. It’s the law of nature that states a middle child shall never be first. She’s never the oldest, and never the baby. She winds up with a lower jelly-bean count on Easter morning. Middle girl wears the hand-me-downs.
It’s a hard-knock life.
The middle child begins as the second child, the girl who changes a dad’s life forever.
Today, I’m at Brittnei’s site, Homemaking With Style. You might remember her for a guest post on the CD called “If I had a daughter.” You want to write a guest post for me titled “How I won the lottery”? Brittney became a mom of two just a week ago. Guess what to?
Yep. A girl.
It’s both long ago and just yesterday I became dad of two. “You’re so tiny,” I’d tell Marie. “And you’re mostly hair.” The journey has been remarkable. It’s an emerging personality all her own – made of dresses and tiaras. It progressed to scarves and soccer cleats.
Come check it out, and stick around to read Brittnei’s blog.