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Middle child syndrome

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When we decided our family was complete with three kids, I was a little nervous about the “middle child syndrome” I’ve heard so much about. I have been extra careful to make certain that my eldest son knows he is loved and that he has a special place in our family. He has made it a bit of challenge since he would rather spend time with a game console than a human, but we have also explored his creative side enough to discover how to bond with him within his interests.

He is so much like his father that it blows me away. At 6-years-old, he can already sit down with an electrical circuit and plug in everything well enough to make a lightbulb come on.

He also loves his action figures. Super heroes, army men, cowboys and Indians, movie characters, Pokemon figures, and go-gos can pass hours of his day. He develops elaborate games and bestows powers on each figure. He then wants you to battle with him using these toys. He never understands why I cannot remember which specific creature can do what amazing thing because he has it all memorized.

He also loves action movies like Indiana Jones and Star Wars. He puts on his own re-enactments complete with sound effects. The light sabers Santa brought him for Christmas have been a truly hot item.

And Legos.. I have never seen a child so fascinated by Legos. He can take a booklet and 800 blocks and make it all work together to form an amazing creation.

I love watching his brain work. I can teach him a math fact and then quiz him and he will scratch his forehead to process it all and then blurt out the answer and be completely right. But I never stop there with him. I will ask him, “how did you get that answer?” and he can totally walk me through the process.

I see a computer or engineering future for him. He is just so smart.

I love that. I love that he is totally okay with being who he is. He does not dumb himself down to seem to fit in with his peers, instead he will just curl up in a corner somewhere and creates his own universe with his action figures. He does not want to be on the tee-ball team like his friends. He just wants to be himself–take him or leave him.

I don’t really worry about the middle-child syndrome with him, but I am pretty confident that he will be smarter than me by the time he is in middle school. And that’s not a bad thing.

I am so thankful to have him in my life. He keeps me on my toes in a different way from my other two. And while I would love to be a soccer mom, I will cheer just as hard at a chess tournament if that is what makes him happy. When he flashes me that smile of accomplishment, it makes the endless hours of Pokemon role playing worth it.

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