Personal Narrative: The Movement Of Middle Children

Have you ever heard of the movement, “Middle Children Matter”? If not, you are probably not a middle child. Middle children have been left out of the family equation for centuries. The older siblings get all the attention and the younger siblings are babied to the point of being rebellious. The middle siblings are left to their own devices due to little or no attention from their parents. The challenges I have encountered as a middle child have shaped me into the individual I am today. Depression is often linked to feelings of loneliness, hopelessness and sadness. I’ve never been diagnosed as depressed but I’m sure it compares to Middle Child Syndrome. Seeking the attention and praise of my parents has been my life’s motivation. My father spends his time inspiring my younger brother, Parker to get focused and motivated and demonstrate initiative, while my mother revels in the achievements of my older sister, Logan. With my
Everest while I was playing Spiderman on top of my playhouse. Middle children are constantly compared to the expectations of older siblings and the sweet innocence of the younger baby. Anything a middle child does is never good enough. I constantly struggle with this issue because my sister Logan is a genius. She has won many awards in both academics and athletics. Since we share the same DNA, I also am expected to be as accomplished; however, I never was. During my fourth grade year, I had my chance to finally best Logan in her weak area of writing, and I took full advantage of it. I aced my FCAT Writes with the highest score possible, a six, and scored a perfect five in both reading and math. My glory was short lived when my parents barely acknowledged my hard work and were content with my achievements. Yet I was thankful for the low standards Logan set because I realized I couldn’t do it without