6 Reasons Growing Up a Middle Child Gave Me the Best of Both Worlds

When we left for the day's adventure, my dad had my older sister, my mom had my younger brother, and my grandma had me. My siblings and I adored my grandparents. Until I was in kindergarten, we lived a floor above my grandparents in a multifamily house, so while my parents were busy with my other siblings, I was hers — and I wouldn't have had it any other way.