Pink Think: “I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.” – Jeremy Irons
My kids would probably say I am a disciplinarian, but not when it comes to my youngest who is nine. She is my Achilles Heel. She turns me to mush when I am supposed to be a brick. She has me wrapped around her little finger.
Last week, while we were playing a board game, and she had a bad hand, I told her I could trade her. My two older kids rushed in with, “You can’t do that, Mom.” So I didn’t. Sometimes, I try to relax the rules so she could win or have another chance.
“She needs to learn how to deal with disappointment,” my husband said, telling me to not interfere.
“I don’t want her to be disappointed,” I said. “I want her to have everything easy in life. She’s my youngest and I can spoil her!”
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Okay, so not exactly. But sometimes I feel like I am wired to indulge her.
I’m only giving her what I got growing up as the youngest of three. I was my daddy’s girl. I could do little wrong in his eyes. I got away with a lot of things. I talked my way out of a lot of things. I provided comic relief during stressful situations.
Later in life, I used these skills as a telemarketer, salesperson, and performer. My husband, who was a middle child, usually stands strong against my onslaught of “getting my way”. But it doesn’t hurt to try.
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According to www.birthorders.com, our birth order is a large determining factor of our personality and success in life and love.
Firstborn – orderly, organized, bossy, dominant
Middle – good negotiator, unafraid of authority
Lastborn – funny, personable, creative
Only – dependent, very much like their mother
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What is YOUR birth order? How do you think has it affected your life?
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