I am a middle child, born smack in the middle of two boys. To make this unfortunate circumstance even worse (who knew that was even possible?), I was born eleven months after my older brother. Hang on, it gets better. Worse? Whatever - I had the pleasure of being born in the same year as him. Yes, this is possible with the same parents. It's called being an Irish Twin. He was born in January of 1984 and then I came along in December of 1984, leaving us the same age for a few weeks, but MY birthday is the one in the midst of all the Christmas chaos.
Yeah.
Needless to say, I hated being the middle child growing up. Not that anyone noticed. Except for other middles, because we are really the only ones that can understand Middle Child Syndrome. Never heard of this?
We know. So here are some truths that you'll likely roll your eyes at, but every middle child out there, young and old, will appreciate and weep over.
Not that anyone will care.
The smell of success invisibility
These tweeters know what the tweet is up when it comes to Middle Child Syndrome
#GrowingUpAMiddleChild getting called all your siblings names' but your own by everyone in the family including your mother
#growingupamiddlechild won't trend because we're always the forgotten ones
I ran away and came back but no one noticed haha #GrowingUpAMiddleChild
The most important thing being a middle child has taught me is how to watch the drama around me so I can learn what to do and what *not* to do.
Middle child Twitter
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