Stuck in the middle with you.

Amazing are the moments my children share with each other. Love between siblings is a love like no other. Sweet, fumbling hugs between Noah and Elise.  Gentle rocking of older sister cradling younger sister.  The innocence of babies curling into each other when we nap on my bed. The fierce love my children have for each other translates, for me, into the fierce love I have for my own brother and sister.  

I am the middle child. While I always struggled to fit in, my brother and sister soared above the crowd.  While I struggled in school and sports, they excelled.  They are both amazing in so many ways.  I very much envy the ease in which they lived their teen aged lives.

My brother is incredibly intelligent, full of wit, and is an amazing father.  When he became a daddy, our whole lives changed.  He and his wife have blessed our family with the most beautiful babies. He is raising three, with only two being born to him. We both found ourselves instant parents when we met our respective spouses, not that far apart from each other.  We have much love to go around in this family.

I remember staring at my niece when she was a baby, and seeing so much of my brother in her face.  Now, she has his personality, which some days...

My baby sister. Oh how we all love her so. She is our Golden Child. She is in her first year of teaching special education.  She is also freshly married.  She is incredibly organized, focused, giving, and has the most hilarious laugh.  She was the most beautiful bride I have ever laid my eyes on, and I so look forward to the day when she blesses our family with some babies...once mine are out of diapers, please...

I think it says something of our family that we all live 10 minutes away from each other. 

This last year has been the most difficult year of my life.  Trying to find the right dose of medicine, going through bouts of depression, neither of them has made me feel less about myself.  How do you thank someone for that?

The things inside myself, the things that make me me, only they can understand, because some of those things are a part of them, too. They would understand the pain I went through yesterday when I pulled out our Grandma Virginia's shawl. I was moving clothes in my dresser around and broke down because it still smells of her. Oh how I miss that smell.  

We are an unbreakable bond, blessed by each other's presence in our lives. There are tumultuous times, as any family goes through, but, as our lovely mother points out, all we have is each other. 

She makes a good point. 

Although we'll never admit it.



  1. Aww... this post makes me sad that my little guy is an only child. Precious. It's so wonderful that your children (and you) have that bond.

  2. Great post! I love the picture with all the children, just great!

  3. I am a middle child too and I have always been a people pleaser while the oldest and youngest have seemingly stronger personalities.

    I agree with you and your mom, all we have is our family. No matter what, they are the world to me:)


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