As the last of four girls, I am an official expert on being the youngest. And, yes, there is an expertise to being the best youngest sibling. The oldest always gets the credit for being independent or hardworking. The middle child gets credit for, well, being ignored most of their lives — or, cleverly, being “great mediators” and “peacemakers.” But the youngest?
The youngest children are touted as pure rebels or brats. Which might be a tiny bit true but is also, completely unfair to badmouth our existence and forget all that we truly excel at.
Here’s the real deal on what it’s like to be the baby of the family — the good, bad and the ugly.
Everyone thinks we’re in diapers, even when we’re 40
People forget that you’re a grown adult with a mortgage or rent to pay when you’re the baby of the family.
I Was Probably a “Surprise,”