I have overcame and conquered an issue that has no cure - "the middle child syndrome.” That is, the feeling of exclusion by a middle child. This “syndrome” has touched many homes-causing countless feelings of emptiness and jealousy. Constantly being in the middle has been a journey through a longing for recognition that ultimately lead to the pursuit of my own, unique identity.
I had lived as "the youngest” for 783 days. On September 19th, 2001, my title had abruptly ended, and I officially became a middle child. Simply average. No longer was I the baby. No longer was I the cute one. Once the red-headed, lovable, perfect baby entered the world, it was over. Relatives and close friends flocked over to my house to meet my younger sister.
“Oh look at that adorable hair!”
“She is just the sweetest!”
As days turned into weeks, months, and years, my red-headed sister became even more cute. It got to the point where whenever we visited family and friends, I didn’t exist. One rare occasion, at the doctor’s office, I happened to be noticed. I was dragged along to the appointment-too young to be left alone at home. My younger sister was just entering kindergarten and was getting her vaccinations. I tried calming her down-saying it would only last one second.The nurse then entered the room, looked at a piece of paper and …show more content…
I always want to set the best example I can. I’ve made it my job to always be there, no matter what the circumstances. To be a listener, friend, or a defender. Whenever we had a disagreement, no less than ten minutes after screaming at each other over whether or not Barbie was a mermaid or a princess, we would be laughing and running outside playing tag. Whether it’s helping to find a solution to a problem, answering her incessant questions, or being dragged along to a doctor’s appointment, I learned the best way to handle these situations is to remain patient and
I had lived as "the youngest” for 783 days. On September 19th, 2001, my title had abruptly ended, and I officially became a middle child. Simply average. No longer was I the baby. No longer was I the cute one. Once the red-headed, lovable, perfect baby entered the world, it was over. Relatives and close friends flocked over to my house to meet my younger sister.
“Oh look at that adorable hair!”
“She is just the sweetest!”
As days turned into weeks, months, and years, my red-headed sister became even more cute. It got to the point where whenever we visited family and friends, I didn’t exist. One rare occasion, at the doctor’s office, I happened to be noticed. I was dragged along to the appointment-too young to be left alone at home. My younger sister was just entering kindergarten and was getting her vaccinations. I tried calming her down-saying it would only last one second.The nurse then entered the room, looked at a piece of paper and …show more content…
I always want to set the best example I can. I’ve made it my job to always be there, no matter what the circumstances. To be a listener, friend, or a defender. Whenever we had a disagreement, no less than ten minutes after screaming at each other over whether or not Barbie was a mermaid or a princess, we would be laughing and running outside playing tag. Whether it’s helping to find a solution to a problem, answering her incessant questions, or being dragged along to a doctor’s appointment, I learned the best way to handle these situations is to remain patient and