My Middle Man

Man in the Middle

Middle child in you I see that single star reaching for the dream that eludes your touch, and slips through iridescent fingers while you fly through the universe searching.

Middle child the cosmos springs you free and you tug the strings of life and jump rainbows in your sleep, while visions of splendor play Hopscotch in your mind, and on your lonely heart.

Moonstruck dreamer who dreams the dream of life,who beckons the gods’ of the universe to come play among the stars, while dancing around the star lit fire to tell the Tale.

The Ancient Tale of the Invisible Child. Middle child in you I see a dreamer.

(Written By "Mary" from some Internet Poetry website.)

I just picked up S from school. The teacher said, "He is so opposite of J~ It is so funny!" I think that is a compliment to S, not that J is bad, he is just different and much more spirited, which makes for longer conferences with the teachers. Though, as I have thought about this...S deserves to have just as much time devoted to his sweetness and good listening skills as J gets for his sense of humor and talkativeness.

I have noticed that as the Jan Brady of my bunch, S is often overlooked because he is so mellow and well-behaved. J is the first and is involved in all the activities first and gets all of our extra time and energy. And SM is our last ~ our baby ~ and, therefore needs way too much of our attention. S is "mellow" because he is forced to be.

I promise not to make him a "stereotype" and will do all that I can to be sure that he gets the attention he deserves. One thing is certain. He definitely gets the attention from the "ladies".

All the teachers love him. All the neighbor girls love him. All of the girls at school love him. We went to a church other than our regular church once this summer and sat behind Mary, an older woman, from Sam's drop-in daycare...she spent the better part of the church service backwards in her pew with her chin cupped in her hands staring at him in dreamland. Her father told her to turn around and she said, "But Daddy I just can't control myself...look at him! He is soooo cute."

My "middle child" is so sweet and shy. He is such a doll...was the cutest baby of them all. Still the girls can't get enough. They just can't control themselves and I can see why.

First Day of Pre-School