Blog 53

Today is my baby brother’s birthday. He is thirteen and I cannot believe it. He is still my “baby” brother. It’s weird that he’s actually growing up and maturing. I used to not be able to have “deep” conversations with him about things because he didn’t understand or care yet, but now I can talk to him and it’s SO weird! I’m just not ready for him to grow up. That little buttmunch is taller than I am. He’s still really good at acting like a baby though. He is also extremely spoiled—more spoiled than me and my sisters because he’s the last child and he’s the only boy. I’ll admit that sometimes I get a bit jealous of how my parents and sister treat him verses how they treat me, but it doesn’t make me evil. For instance, I’ve been wearing the same shoes for 3 years. He got two new pairs of shoes for school and a new pair of basketball shoes. When I was growing up, I remember having to wear hand-me-down shoes. I just hope he doesn’t become materialistic. The boy has more clothes than I do. :p He’s a good brother though. He’s really hilarious and very smart.

Does anyone else think that the middle child syndrome exists? I feel like I go through it. I can see how the oldest, Vanessa, and the youngest, Billy, are treated differently than the middle kids, me and Amanda. My parents don’t see it. I don’t know. It’s something that I’ve always struggled with, even though I know my parents do love me.