I know I ride this middle child thing hard, but I think it’s valid. As a middle child I had to be both a leader (to my younger sister) and a follower (of my older sister).
I enjoy each role and always have.
I recall, as a kid, sitting on the dryer while my older sister tried to put mascara on my lashes. I remember looking through the cool stuff on her dresser like her Exclamation perfume and all the tapes she had amassed. (Tapes as in music, that’s what we used to call them).
We were only one year and one grade apart and the story goes that on my first day of grade one (I skipped Kindergarten), she took me to my classroom and had to gently push me through the doorway as I was ever so slightly resisting.
In high school at the end of the day she would always be on the bus before me and when I got on, I was so relieved to see her and sit with her all the way home. And even though we weren’t touchy feely, it’s hard to explain how I felt when I sat down beside someone so familiar to me after a long and sometimes stressful day of just being a teenager in high school.
It was like a warm hug.
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