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	<title>Comments on: The Middle</title>
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		<title>By: Bree</title>
		<link>http://aagblog.com/2010/03/10/middle-child/comment-page-1/#comment-23126</link>
		<dc:creator>Bree</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 06:38:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One only gets too much attention, two never understand to share. Three seems like someone&#039;s always left out...  there is no right number of children to have and no way to give each and all their due attention.  Sadly.

All I can say to my three as they each one by one come to me to complain still about how I always put one of the other two first is that I gave to the one that needed me most.  That wasn&#039;t always the loudest, nor the one in the most distress.  Sometimes it was about a quiet cuddle with the one who always understood that her elder sister and younger brother needed me.  She&#039;s the one I miss the most. She&#039;s the one who moved away and she&#039;s the most self sufficient of the three.  

She&#039;s the one I want to curl up in a chair with just one more time to read that book we never did get to finish together.

She&#039;s also the one I worry about the least.   Adults though they all might be with beautiful babies of their own now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One only gets too much attention, two never understand to share. Three seems like someone&#8217;s always left out&#8230;  there is no right number of children to have and no way to give each and all their due attention.  Sadly.</p>
<p>All I can say to my three as they each one by one come to me to complain still about how I always put one of the other two first is that I gave to the one that needed me most.  That wasn&#8217;t always the loudest, nor the one in the most distress.  Sometimes it was about a quiet cuddle with the one who always understood that her elder sister and younger brother needed me.  She&#8217;s the one I miss the most. She&#8217;s the one who moved away and she&#8217;s the most self sufficient of the three.  </p>
<p>She&#8217;s the one I want to curl up in a chair with just one more time to read that book we never did get to finish together.</p>
<p>She&#8217;s also the one I worry about the least.   Adults though they all might be with beautiful babies of their own now.</p>
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		<title>By: Big Geek</title>
		<link>http://aagblog.com/2010/03/10/middle-child/comment-page-1/#comment-23069</link>
		<dc:creator>Big Geek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 02:31:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the story so much and want to say something relevant and meaningful but all that comes to mind is; these are the good times you hear so much about... make notes and recall them to your kids when they are grown and telling you that they hate you, because you did XYZ in an some misguided attempt to be a &quot;Good&quot; father, and that you are a terrible father and that you have absolutely ruined their life... Oh wait that is from my life... sooorry... never mind.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the story so much and want to say something relevant and meaningful but all that comes to mind is; these are the good times you hear so much about&#8230; make notes and recall them to your kids when they are grown and telling you that they hate you, because you did XYZ in an some misguided attempt to be a &#8220;Good&#8221; father, and that you are a terrible father and that you have absolutely ruined their life&#8230; Oh wait that is from my life&#8230; sooorry&#8230; never mind.</p>
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