People always say that middle kids get lost in the shuffle. That's why I've tried extra hard, with my own middle kid, to make sure his birth order was never a detriment. Towards that end, we've gone on trips, just he and I, to places as far-flung as Kenya. Both of us share a passion for travel, the more exotic the better.
Just over a month ago, my oldest child left home for his freshman year of college. My husband drove him the four and a half hours it takes to get to Boston from our house. Since I had already visited the university twice -- and knew I'd find it tough to keep my emotions in check-- I didn't go. Instead, I cried.