Today I was visiting a fourth grade classroom where students were writing personal essays. They were looking back at older writing entries to see if they might find some ideas for their essays.
“I have a lot of stories about my brother,” one writer said.
“Oooh, me too! What do you think this says about you or you and your brother?” I asked.
“I think it’s hard being the oldest!” he responded. I looked at him with knowing eyes, one “oldest” to another, and then glanced down at his empty notebook page. He picked up his pencil and started writing.
The writer across from him said, “Well, it’s the same being the middle child!” She was a bit defensive. Was she a little envious that this “oldest” was getting more attention in the moment? Typical.
I looked at her incredulously. “Really? Are you going to write about that? Because I’m not sure I believe it.”
“Yeah, it is!” She looked at me with slight disgust–obviously I had no idea. And she started to write.
There may not be any real evidence about how birth order affects us, but we sure do have feelings about it! Where are you in the order? Do you think this affects your personality or outlook on life?