My little Groundhog Day baby turns 10 today. (I guess I can’t call him “little” anymore!) In honor of his birthday, I thought I would share a piece that I wrote several years ago in his honor. One of these days, I hope to have it published. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy it.

 

Little to Middle

 

Aidan started school this week

with recess every day;

Jeremy stayed behind at home

wishing he, too, could play.

 

Soccer season begins next month,

and Aidan is on the team,

but Jeremy will sit in the stands

with parents who cheer and scream.

 

Why can’t I go to class?
Why can’t I run the ball?

Jeremy pouted and thought:

Being little is no fun at all!

 

Then one night before bed,

Jeremy’s Mommy pulled him aside

and said, “Put your hand on my tummy,

and you’ll feel a surprise!”

 

Mommy’s tummy was round

and somewhat bumpy,

and when he touched it,

something inside was jumpy!

 

Jeremy wondered

what in the world could it be,

So Mommy explained

it was boy number three!

 

Another brother? Jeremy thought,

One who is younger than me?

I won’t be the littlest anymore!

Hooray! Yippee!

 

Mommy said, “Being the middle brother

is special, indeed,

Because you’re both younger and older—

a unique breed!

 

There still will be things the oldest can do

that younger ones cannot,

but with a new little brother on the way,

You’ll get to teach him a lot!”

 

Then Jeremy hugged his Mommy,

and the baby inside, too.

He said, “Night-night little brother,

I can’t wait to meet you!”