Birth order, mental health experts claim, is not insignificant in its effect on personality and sense of self. Much attention is given to “middle child syndrome,” made popular in the States with three simple words: “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!”
Thankfully, a more resilient portrait of the middle child was offered in Kate’s post from earlier this year: The Littlest PA: A Story Of A Middle Child
Youngest children, it may seem, have it the easiest. Parents are tired, have too much else to focus on, thus creating many cracks for the youngest to slip between. Our so I would surmise.
I’m neither the youngest nor the middle. No, I am the eldest of three and by a good number of years. Far less, it seems, has been written and pondered about the eldest of a brood. What little I have read has focused on our ability to just soldier through and get stuff done.
But no depiction of being the eldest sibling had rung truer to me than this list posted to the Buzzfeed yesterday.
(#s 8 & 12 ring especially true…)
‘Tis true… we eldests so have it tough. The only thing I would add to the list is the truly challenging task of breaking in our parents. We are proverbial path clearers. It’s why we take just a little bit of credit for everything awesome thing our younger siblings accomplish — and in my case, that list is quite long.
You’re welcome, little sibs.