I have three children. Graham, my oldest, is the stereotypical first-born child. He’s cautious, responsible, and sometimes has to be reminded that he’s not the parent. Emily, my third child, is the stereotypical “baby” of the family. She’s used to being taken care of by her parents and her older brothers and sometimes needs to be encouraged to do things herself. Nathan, my middle child, fits the “middle child” description. He’s very much a “look at me!” kid, being sandwiched between the first born and the baby.
He’s a great kid who loves hugs — you will MAKE HIS DAY if you ask him for a hug — and is entirely different personality-wise from his siblings. He loves — and is great at — every sport, and prefers playing outside to reading a book. It could be easy for him to get lost in the shuffle, I suppose, but we make an effort of supporting him in everything he does. A few ways that we make sure he doesn’t feel like he got the short end of the stick when it comes to his birth position: