When I was a kid, I loved watching the Brady Bunch.
It was one of my very favorite shows and I even share a name with the beautiful older sister.
But even though people have always, ALWAYS, come up to me and said “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia”, I didn’t identify with the popular Marcia Brady.
I’m Jan…..all the way!
I didn’t want to BE Jan…..I just was.
I’m a middle child.
And like Jan Brady, the middle child is never considered the smartest, the most beautiful, the funniest, or the ANYTHING.
We’re just there.
In the middle.
Between the perfect oldest child and the sweet, precious baby child.
Except in my family, we have TWO baby children.
Molly likes to pretend sometimes that she’s a middle child but oh no!
She’s definitely a baby.
A baby child.
Did I just call her a baby???
Anyway, since Molly was the baby for six years until Marc came along, she quickly decided that she was NOT giving up her baby status for no BOY!
Hence, two babies.
And just in case you think that the curse of the middle child goes away with age, let me assure you that it does not.
Not by a long shot.
Just this very last month the Jan Brady Syndrome reared its ugly head.
My brother, Marc, came to town for a few days and so the Mr. and I decided to go to church with him at Mom & Dad’s church. This is the church I grew up in so I know most everybody. But recently, the church hired a new youth minister and I thought of this right as the service started. I leaned over to Mom and said “Which one is the new youth guy?” She told me that he and his family were behind us a couple of rows. I figured I’d goon at him after service and then I just kind of forgot about it.
When the service was over, we turned around to gather our stuff and Mom said to the youth pastor, “I want to introduce you”.
So I grabbed the Mr. by the arm and told him to hang on.
Mom’s introducing us.
That’s when my sweet mother said “This is our son, Marc. He’s a youth pastor in Arizona.”
Pleasantries all around.
Now it must be my turn.
Yep, time to introduce your daughter.
The daughter standing right here.
Right here beside you.
Your MIDDLE kid????
Not a mention.
Not a nod.
Not even a look that says I have a clue as to who you are.
So what’s a Jan Brady to do when she’s been dissed by her very own mother???
She looks at the Mr. and says, “Yeah, we can go.”
Sorry that you missed out on meeting me, New Youth Guy.
I’m really a very nice person.
Just ask anybody.
Well, maybe don’t ask my Mom. 🙂