The middle

Sometimes it's tricky to be in the middle.

To not be a baby, but not be at school.

I remember. I'm a middle.

 

But sometimes the really fun stuff comes in the middle.

The peanut butter and jelly.

The creamy candy filling.

Giving mom a hug at any time in the day.

 

 

 

 

Being a middle can bring bits of bliss.

That moments later can turn into fits of frustration.

And fury.

 

And just plain pitiful sorrow.

But moments later, you're back in the game.

Telling a great story with your hands.

And even nap time isn't so bad when you take a pony with you!

 

I love my middle.

I love my little companion during the day.

She'll always be the big sister and the little sister.

And we'll always share the middle together.

Just like we share a middle name.