I’ve heard of “middle child syndrome,” where the middle born child struggles with achievement issues, gaining attention, and even forming relationships due to their birth order. I’m not a psychologist, but I am certainly a middle child, and not just by birth. I’m from the Midwest. Financially, I’ve always been middle class. I never got outstanding grades, but never horrible ones either. I’ve never been gorgeous, or ugly. Too skinny, or too fat. Too tall, or too short. Too successful, or a total failure. Even my musical ability, in the world of professional musicians is average. I recently took the LSAT exam and received a score in the, yep, in the 50th percentile. One of my favorite TV shows is “The Middle” for crying out loud.
I take comfort in the fact that there are certain things that give me distinction. One is my faith and the fact that the Creator of the universe has seen fit to save me. The other is my husband and family, who make me feel unconditionally loved and accepted. And when I look at it that way, I suddenly realize how incredibly rare that is, and just how lucky I am.
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