By the time you have finished reading this, my people and I may have already been erased from this planet completely.
You see, my kind is in grave peril, and not from the usual suspects. There is no meteor plummeting towards the Earth-threatening to demolish us all, neither is there an alien race about to touch down on our shores and probe us out of existence entirely.
The reality is in fact so much worse than that.
The sad truth is that middle children, those poor little bastards who had the misfortune to be birthed in between the treasured older children and the coddled baby children, are on the verge of utter extinction.
According to a recent article by “In the ’70s, four kids (or more) was the most common family unit.
Back then, 40 percent of mothers between 40 and 44 had four or more children. Twenty-five percent had three kids; 24 percent had two; and 11 percent had one. Today, those numbers have essentially reversed. Nearly two-thirds of women with children now have two or one — i.e., an oldest, a youngest, but no middle.
This is, of course, devastating news for the entire planet, and not just for those of us who happen to be middle children and are directly in the firing line.
Because, while our existence may not be pretty, it is actually vital to the survival of the human race, all thanks to a unique set of skills we bring to society.
Also, just to be clear, middle child syndrome is not something that only affects those people who have a single sibling on either side of them.
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