Thursday, October 21, 2010

Am I the Monkey in the Middle?

The Monkey in the Middle

I love stopping by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop a few times a month, preferably weekly.  Her writing prompts stir up all sorts of memories to write about!  This week I chose, number 1, In what way were you labeled as a child and how did it affect you?

I am the oldest in my family, I have a younger sister and brother.  My mom was a Social Worker, and bless her heart she did not want my sister to become the "middle child"!  

So with all the attention thrown at my sister to make sure she did not have any of those "pesky" little traits and of course while raising my baby brother, guess who became the middle child by default?  You guessed it, me the first born!

I even remember friends of the family doting on my sister and comparing her to me, usually always putting me down at the same time.  

My personality is typical of the middle child and my sister although younger has most of the traits of the first born!  So Mom, you got one anyway!  

I did miss out on some of the typical first born traits, which may have made my life a little easier, but I can't complain, I am who I am. 

When I was raising my sons, I tried to give the same amount of attention to all three.  I am sure I failed many times, as life with three children and working gets pretty hectic, but I was aware of my participation with all of them.

All three are independent and have a great future ahead of them. They did not follow in their Mommy's shy and insecure footsteps!

So was I labeled as a child and did it affect me?  Oh yes to both!
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  1. I love when I find someone I connect with when blogging. I am also raising three kids and work full time. I WAS the middle child. I had an older sister, a younger sister, and a little brother. So I was the only one who wasn't "special."
    But enough BooHoo. Loved your post! Thanks for stopping by my blog. :-)

  2. Goodness, I hear you! No, I'm not a middle child. In fact, I'm an only child. What I really came away with from your post is that we can totally learn from the past and improve on it.
    I came from an abusive home, and I now raise 2 very happy children who are lovingly but firmly corrected, who aren't afraid of their parents, and who feel that their home is a sanctuary and a haven, not a place of sadness and fear.
    Yay for awesome moms and dads! :)
    Thanks for coming by my blog! xo

  3. Oh, and I just followed you back! xo

  4. I was labeled the middle child too and quite frankly I prefer those traits of the first born perfectionist traits. :)


Not what we give,
But what we share,
For the gift
without the giver
Is bare.
~James Russell Lowell

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