I haven’t done any reading on the psychology behind birth placement.
I studied political science and social statistics in University and I’d rather read all of your blogs than read about why all or at least some of my strengths and weaknesses in life are because I was the first born.
That being said my middle child is my only son and while I don’t know what that will mean for him based on the research I do know that he needs a little extra love and attention to know his voice is being heard amongst the toddler needs of his baby sister and the social calendar and over-achievements of his older sister.
Many mornings my little Bugaboo is the first to wake and it would be so easy to plop him on the couch, turn on the television and move to the kitchen to make coffee. Some mornings that is exactly what happens. This morning however I took a minute to sit on the wing back chair and enjoy some quiet cuddles with my only baby boy.
Him: Mommy, what would a good name for a shark be?
Me (having been a mother for 9 yrs I am completely unfazed by this questions): Sharky.
Him: No that’s boring.
Me: What do you think a good name for a shark would be?
Him: Because sharks bite things!
Me: Do you know a shark that needs a name?
Him: No. But maybe we’ll have a shark for a pet one day and now we have a name for him.
At which point I put my son on the couch, turned the television on and went to the kitchen to make coffee because if I’m going to have conversations about us having a shark as a pet I better caffeinate myself first.