By Fannie Moore
Last week I shared about the first born. This week we will share about the middle child, which will be a little more difficult. For several reasons.
The second child arrived in October, on a Sunday afternoon, coming to join the older sister who was excited to welcome a baby brother.
Your arrival added so much to our family and we made every effort to provide a loving home for you and your sister. It is my hope that during those years you stored up memories that brought delight when they were recalled during your later years.
Experts tell us the middle child has the hardest time in life. While that may or may not be true, I’m sure you probably felt that way many times. However, your daddy and I tried to show each one of you how much you were loved, and one was not loved more than the other.
We watched you grow up much too quickly, playing baseball, riding bikes, learning to swim and become attached to a kind of music we could never understand.
We took you to church and wanted to be assured that you knew a loving God and that you made a place in your heart for Him. Sunday School and Youth Activities, along with summer camp, were a part of your life.
You always exhibited a sense of strong independence and perhaps this was hard for us to accept, still longing to be the axis of your universe. However, we realized that we could not hold onto forever. We had to let you live your own life and we could not make those life-altering choices for you.
As we watched you grow up, we could still see that small, chubby baby with the long black hair as the doctor brought you to my room and said, “Here’s Elvis.” We knew the time was passing by too quickly.
You and your sister were soon joined by a younger brother. I think you and big sister conspired against him but later it became the other way around. That is probably the way it always is. Who knows.
The years passed by all too quickly.
Then, one day, all too soon, you left us. You were pursuing one of your favorite past times, riding your motorcycle. The truck driver swore he didn’t see you.
Our life has never been the same.
Enjoy every season of your life as they come and go too quickly,
Fannie More lives in Shongaloo.