Stuck In The Middle

My name is Christina and I am a middle child.

My older sister Sarah is a beautiful mother of three and a loving wife. Sarah is a brainiac, straight A's all thru school. She is a Pharmacist for CVS Pharmacy. She is strong and capable, she is giving and loving. She is an example and I have always looked up to her. She has been my protector and Sarah is my best friend.

My younger sister Brenda is also a beautiful mother of three and a loving wife. Brenda is the one you want around in a crisis. She will figure out what to do and call 911 before you have even realized that something has happened. Brenda also is a brainiac, very smart and was an excellent student. She is a Special Education teacher. (Although now she is raising her children and being a “Aunt/Nanny” to Sarah's children.) Her name means: fiery and enthusiastic and Brenda is my best friend.

I am not a brainiac. I didn't go to college. I am not the one to be called on in an emergency. I am in the middle. Growing up I was the rebellious one, the mouth, the fighter. My sisters often would beg me to apologize to our mom when there had been an argument. I could sway the day up or down with my mood. There are many times that I remember and I am not proud of. I am thankful for maturity, growing in maturity fixes a lot of issues. My mother, realizing that I was different than my sisters, started encouraging me in what I was good at. I am a good friend, I have always had close friendships and I don't let them go easily. I am a good baker, I am creative, I am sensitive and I feel for others. When I was in 3^rd grade my mom gave me a poster of a big thumb print with the verse: “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Psalm 139.


My son Ryan is a middle child. He is our fire-cracker. He crumbles with defeat if he loses a game. He wears is heart on his sleeve and is quick to get his feelings hurt. He is sensitive and loving, he named me “Pretty Mommy” and he will never know how much I need to hear that. Chris and I have realized quickly that Ryan needs encouragement. He thrives on it. He needs to be re-assured that he is loved, that he is doing a good job, that he is smart and capable. I am determined to encourage my boy to dream big, reach for goals and never lose that sensitivity that makes him a tender heart.

My name is Christina and I am PROUD to be a middle child.

“Middle children aren’t usually average. Middle children show a different disposition; there’s usually something about them that makes them unique. Middle children are more known for their “middle child syndrome.” Middle child syndrome is real, and most middle children actually have it. Middle children have low self-esteem. They need support for anything they do, sometimes talents are wasted when they do not pursue their dreams. They may be very outgoing because they have to be to get attention. They may be extra friendly because they are used to being surrounded by people. They are often loud, and have fairly laid back personalities. They also tend to be peace-makers; they like helping everyone get along together.” ~from the Internet.