Dear Middle Who’s Going Off to College,
You’ve always been the next one.
The next one who’s sports equipment, clothes, and everything else wasn’t new because you used your brother’s stuff. You were the next one to go through the event we’ve been through two other times as we mark it off the to-do list.
You’re the middle, middle, but you’re not less significant, important, or less valued because of it.
You’ve excelled at things your siblings haven’t. You’ve carved out friendships so different from the others. You’re getting your moment to shine by playing college basketball.
Leaving home as the middle middle, you know a lot from watching your sibs. Perhaps there are things you don’t know because you haven’t had to those thing the older kids did. But you’re still prepared. You’ve learned to adapt in ways the others haven’t. And you’ll figure things out, regardless, because you just will.
As we drop you off in a few weeks, it’s not another checkmark off the list. It’s the greatest gift we can give you as we celebrate you and all that’s coming up for you.
Independence. Freedom. Growth.
You’ll be missed in our family, because we’ll miss you—the man you are, not the place of being the Middle. That’s been a role, but it’s not who you are.
We’ve seen who you are all along. You’re not just Number Three to us. You’re our son who shines in the things you love, whose smile captures our hearts, and whose future is open before you with wide open spaces.
You’re ready to walk into those spaces. Feet planted securely from the roots grown in your family, ready to walk through the doors of open opportunities.
So go, grow, and fly in the path that’s just yours.
There’s strength that comes in not being the first or the last.
Now, all of your firsts are right before you.