‘Middle child syndrome‘ is something I was accustomed to growing up. Well thats what I claim to my Mum anyway. It was nothing to do with the tantrums I threw or the fact I would undress myself at any opportunity. Nope not at all! Now being a parent to two I can see how things can slip a little with every child!
I was interested to hear from other people who are either a younger sibling themselves or have more than one child.
You know you’re a younger sibling when..
You’re called every siblings name before they finally get to yours. My Nan was the worst for this! Sarah, Jane, Ellen. Nope I’m definitely Amy.
All your clothes have to match your siblings! When I look at photos of me matching my siblings I die a little inside. But here I am matching my girls!
Your pet name screams second child! L was referred to as baby sister for such a long time. Hannah’s brother was nicknamed ‘me too’ because he always wanted to do everything the same as her!
All your belongings have been handed down. My older sister was always shorter than me so I managed to scrape out of the clothing but I don’t think I was as lucky with other items! Although if you have a cool older sibling I think it would be a good thing right?
There is not as many photos of you. I am forever joking with my Mum that I must have been adopted as there are hardly any photos of me whereas there’s a photo documenting every moment of my older sisters life!
You’re a tough cookie and will try anything.
Rules. Smules! By the time my younger sister was born all rules were scrapped. She is the baby so nothing applies!
You’re birthday isn’t a first. Someone has already been one, two, three etc. So no big deal!
Your meals consist of whatever everyone else is eating. No lovingly prepared meals for you. Wotsits and toast is perfectly acceptable for lunch!