The Middle Child
Even though you’re not the oldest, Or the youngest, you see,
Being in the middle of a sandwich is the most important part,
And in the middle of your body,
you will find your heart.
The engine in the middle
is what runs a good machine;
And your family wouldn't be the same
without you in between.
I’m not convinced that there is any place in the family birth order that is ideal. Firstborns seem competitive and driven-to-succeed, perfectionists. Seconds are independent and adventurous and rebellious. Middle children are the forgotten ones, the peacemakers and usually opposite of the firstborns. The babies are risk takers, idealists and immature. Birth order is fun to read about, but the truth for me is that every one of us is given the same recipe to succeed in life, despite hang-ups or hindrances, if we believe what the Bible says about us.
I kicked the birth order doctrine right in the pants when I turned 8 years old. Financially, we were strapped and Mom decided to get a job to help Dad. I was the one they chose to wake up at 5:00 a.m. every morning and pack my Dad a lunch and make him a hot breakfast while my older sister and brother slept in. All three of us went to school. Now the new order of things was that the middle child became the responsible one.
What a blessing it was to have that time with my Dad! I still can smell his clean shaven face with splashes of “Old Spice!” He would kneel at the kitchen table and say his prayers with head bowed low. He first talked to God and then me second, every morning. This memory is a treasure especially as I grow older.
God is no respecter of persons. Whatever place we are in birth wise, we are all God’s favorites!