A Letter to My Middle Child

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Dear Little One,

By now, you’ve likely noticed the balance of attention in our home.

Your smart, inquisitive 4-year-old brain may have noticed that your big sister gets a lot of attention because she’s the oldest. And your baby sister gets a lot of attention because she demands it. (She is the third child, after all). But you’re probably wondering where that leaves you.

Your big sister is the first kid – so she has to be the test child. She has to go through every stage and phase first. She has to break ground and figure her new, little world out. Your Dad and I may look like we’re in charge, but sometimes we don’t know what we’re doing. And I feel guilty when I get things wrong for her. (That’s when I shower her with attention).

Your baby sister is spirited and lively. I would guess that the biggest fear rolling around in her 21-month-old head is that she’s going to be left behind by you guys. She wants to keep up. She needs to be loud. She will be heard. And because she’s so young, she needs a little bit of extra attention and care from Dad and I.

But you, my sweet little middle child. You stand alone. You have been blessed and cursed with a soft, good-natured disposition. It means that you are an absolute joy to be around. That you make my life as a Mom enormously easy. It also means that I don’t have to fuss as much over you. I don’t have to worry as much. And that may seem like I don’t spend as much time on you.

But I want you to know something, little one. Without any shadow of a doubt. I’m paying attention. I notice and know everything about you.

And I love all of it.

I love touching your soft curly hair. I love watching your face break into a sweet smile, with your mouthful of perfectly spaced-out teeth. I love how much you love me. I feel it every day. I feel it when I pick you up and you snuggle into my neck. Or when you tell me you love me as big as your arms can reach.

I love that you look like your big sister. I love that you have your Daddy’s blue eyes. But I love the things that make you unique, too. Your personality. The way you walk with purpose. Your rare scowl when things don’t go your way.

My incredible little girl, if you ever wonder, I want you to know: I see you. I hear you. I have the same amount of love and adoration for you.  My heart grew when you were born – and it hasn’t stopped growing for you.

If I don’t show it enough, I want you to feel it. With my touch. With my smile. Through my hugs. You are special, my middle child.

It may not always seem like I have the same amount of time for you as I have for your sisters. But you have all of me.

 

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Heather Dixon

Author: Heather Dixon

Heather Dixon is Content Manager & Creative Lead at Mabel’s Labels. She’s also a parenting blogger, a Mom to three highly advanced little girls (according to her husband and her), a runner and a lover of wine and beer – which is why she runs. Follow her on Facebook and Instagram. You can also find her on her new blog, Little Humans Eating Healthy.

3 thoughts

    1. To that I say: HA!!!!! (I find three gives us just the right level of insanity and chaos. Throw another one in there and nobody would ever hear from me again!) 🙂

  1. Just think, then you and Andrew’s hands would not even have a hand free, all four hands busy. My mom had four; it was a crazy, noisy house.

    I think you are both doing amazingly well with three.

    Hugs Heather

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