Have You Met My Brother?

No? Well, neither have I. You see I lived my life the first born of two girls, or so I thought. For 32 blissful years I was the queen of the pack, the leader, the first born, which of course you know means the most loved and adored. Sorry to all those second, third, etc. of you out there, but you know first borns are way special in a "we are the best" sort of way. Well, at 32 years old I learned the truth and I have to tell you it was a shock. I am not the first born of two girls. I am a middle child - A MIDDLE CHILD!!!! What does that mean? I'm now the peacemaker not the plan maker. I'm now the one stuck between two things, not the one in the front. I'm the one that will have the complex because I'm not the oldest or the baby of the family. I'm the one everyone overlooks, not the one everyone looks to for direction. How do you middle children do it? I'm going to have to have a heart-to-heart with my middle son. I may just promote him to first born for a year, just to give him a thrill. If my parents can spring an older brother on me at 32 years of age, than I can promote my middle child.

So there is the teaser for tomorrow's true life story that rocked my world. Now, go hug a middle child, please.