The 5th Child

I come from a big family; 9 kids! And being the 5th child makes me the middle child literally. The sequencing was, girl-boy-boy-boy-me-girl-girl-boy-boy. I don't think I had a middle child syndrome.

"The middle or second born child or children often have the sense of not belonging. They fight to receive attention from parents and others because they feel many times they are being ignored or dubbed off as being the same as another sibling. Being in the middle a child can feel insecure. The middle child often lacks drive and looks for direction from the first born child. Sometimes a middle child feels out of place because they are not over achievers and like to go with the flow of things. -( nailed it !) Being a middle child would mean they are loners. They really don’t like to latch on to a person in a relationship, there fore they have trouble keeping one due to lack of interest. Not liking to take the limelight for anything, they are not over achievers and just simply work enough work to get by, and typically that goes with school as well as a career. They are however very artistic and creative. If forced to use abilities they will work well, but do not work well under pressure. They often start several projects but rarely keep focused long enough to finish a project. The best career move for a middle child would be along the lines of using their creative. Going into a writing or journalism career, and into a career that they could freely express themselves would be good. Anything that would have hours that are flexible, and projects that frequently changed would be good for a middle born child. - ( Okay okay... I get it .) Since relationships are not of high importance to a middle child, often times they are alone. However, the best possible match for a middle child would be a last born." - from Family and Parenting.

I was not a loner; infact I was outgoing then.. and had lot's of friends... and I got along well with my siblings; never started a fight with them - we were 4 girls and 5 boys. I was what you'd call a flexible child, and when there was trouble among any of the members of the family, they would seek me out for advice, that is, if I wasn't the cause of the problem. hehehe... Well, I was no saint. I had my share of my parent's headache that's for sure.... Poor mom, she'd often say that I was the cause of some of her white hair growth. Hahaha... Sorry about that.