International Meeting of the Leader Body of Middle Children
I arrived precisely five minutes late to find only Brother Lawrence. He said that the rest of the IMLBMC claimed “ambivalence” and refused to attend.? Those OTHER middle children are so impolite!
Refusing to give them the upper hand, Brother Lawrence and I went lunch.
What was at stake?
The declaration of the Ultimate Middle Child including photo and bio.
I did my best to defend my title. I went on and on about bees, crazy clients, mistreatment by my oldest sister, and how my little sister “gets every single thing she could possibly want then wants more!” I rambled on through numerous margaritas about all of my peacemaking efforts.
Brother Lawrence listened patiently.
Then he pulled his trump card.
He was not only the middle child for his primary family, he was the middle child for his entire brotherhood. Worldwide, Capuchins Franciscan Friars rely on his middle childness every single day.
I was beat.
While I wept into my cheese enchiladas, Brother Lawrence danced on the table to the mariachi band.
That is, he danced on the table until the photographer for the Catholic News Today entered the restaurant.
Oops.
I think the photographer believed us when we told him that Brother Lawrence was changing a light bulb.? And that the twelve people who drank all those margaritas just left.
But if you see BroLo’s photo and he happens to be gyrating on top of a table?? You know the truth.
And I have been dethroned. You will have to seek Brother Lawrence for all your Ultimate Middle Child services.
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I am not sure of the rules here but if BroLo wins the contest between the two of you, doesn’t that automatically disqualifies him from being the Ultimate Middle Child? I wouldn’t know. I am a last child and we rule all we see anyway.
I was a last (and so I have been told by the middle child – unwanted – child). *heh* But I have also been told by the middle child that I was spoiled.
I guess middle children are truly the forgotten children. It’s very sad.
But I think it makes them better people.
One of the great things about being the middle child OG was being able to function under the radar. Now Brother Lawrence doesn’t seem to have that true middle child ability if he has to do all of the World Wide Capuchin’s older and younger child bidding. No no that’s not under the radar at all.
Peace
You are doing the best at being a middle child though… forget devotion, you have been sacrificing yourself to the world via your blog for how long now?
Ok… now tell yourself how you are underappreciated and then in spite of that feeling, do good. All over the place… because you have something to prove, Damn it! You may not be the middle child of the MOST, but you are going to prove you are the BEST middle child.
Well… after me that is.
You get NO sympathy from me, an oldest child, Mom and Dad’s free babysitter, the guinea pig for all their child-rearing practice.
I am an eldest child, but only of one sibling and I feel more than the age difference being a factor it was the gender. My little brother was able to do a lot more than me all through our childhood and it was because he is a boy.
I was the youngest…of two…older brother got everything he wanted.
Peace
LOL, ECD! I’m an oldest child, too, but I pretty much relished being taken seriously and being given grown-up things to do. I do notice my middle-child-Mom has never seemed to outgrow her ‘what about me?’ feelings. And I hope I get to bump into the pictures of Brother Lawrence changing the lightbulb!
Squirrelly – We middle children get together to discuss the world and strategize our lack of participation. The leader body gets together every 6 years or so. I’d tell you more, but… really…
Josie – In my case, it was truly a wonderful thing to be so forgotten – truly wonderful. I have my sanity for it!
TWM – You’d be surprised at what BroLo is capable of doing under the radar. I’d tell you but….
Kelly – And where were you??? BroLo said YOU were busy. BUSY? How could you be too busy to attend to your duties??
ECD – Waa waa waa…
Christy – I think we grow up in different families. Every child experiences things differently. There’s no scarcity of human suffering.
Odat – My oldest sister as well. She hoovered up every resources imaginable. And good for her – she gets to be a doctor, and I get my sanity. hee hee.
Julia – Yes, you’ll have to tell us if you see the photo. I have a younger sister and always felt honored to be able to care for her.
So have you ever danced on a table?
I have a weird or is that wierd ( I can’t ever spell that word)…birth order. Technically I am the second of four. But my older sister grew up with my grandparents (long story)…so I was the oldest in the house.
you middle children are weird. us oldest could never have that convo b/c we all believe we’re in charge of the entire world. (really it’s me.)
Tommie – No, I’ve never danced on the table. How did you know?
That’s cool – you get the benefits of being the oldest around but none of the crazy “I rule the world stuff” (see Jameil’s comment!)
Jameil – Oh God, could you imagine THAT conversation? Frankly, my sister would probably kick your ass just out of sheer meanness. Although, she’s short too…..
I was the oldest, they made all of their mistakes on me. On the other hand, you are one of the funniest people alive today. Thank you for sharing that. And the bees, too.
I was the younger of two, and the other three people in my immediate family were all firstborns.
I had my work cut out for me.
Oh, hi. Just read this. I should have read it earlier, but I was, you know, occupied.
CEO – Well…. I am sorry for their mistakes. Sometimes it’s better to just be ignored.
Heart in SF – Poor you – that’s really awful.
BroLo – Yeah! Celebrating your title. Did you get the t-shirts made?