I hope you know how much your Grandma Baadsgaard loves you. Here is a poem I wrote just for you.
P.S.
I'm a middle child too.
Mathew in the Middle
by
Granny B
I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his Mother
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother
I’m not the oldest or the youngest
Just someplace in between
Nobody ever notices me
I feel like I’m never seen
His mother sighed and rolled her eyes
For she was an oldest child
“From where I sit,” she said with a smile
You have the best place by a mile
You don’t have to do everything first
Your parents have learned a thing or two
No one calls you the baby
I can’t see why you’re so blue.”
I don’t like it in the middle
Said Mathew to his father
Being the ho-hum middle child
Is really such a bother
“I know how you feel,” said Mathew’s father
I’m brother number two
That’s why I gave you my name
So my number two wouldn’t be blue.”
Then Mathew thought of his middle name
It was just the same as his father
I guess number two is not so bad
And really not a bother.
Then Mathew’s mother gave him a great big hug
And soon so did his Dad
Mathew was the meat in the family sandwich hug
And it really wasn’t so bad.
