Zeke is our middle son, and displays many middle child characteristics. Here is something that happened the other night at a basketball game his father was playing that is so ‘middle child.’
Zeke and Noah were with me, while Elijah was with some other friends. A grown-up had a bag full of Twizzlers that they were sharing with the kids. All the other kids took one, but when Zeke was offered one, he hesitated. The grown-up thought it was because he wasn’t allowed, and told Zeke he’d better ask his mother. I was standing back watching and told Zeke he could go ahead and have one. But that wasn’t the issue. “But I need one for Elijah too.” he said in his sweet little voice, even though Elijah would have been none-the-wiser. Everyone thought it was adorable.
Zeke has this inner sence of justice – everything has to be fair, equal. It’s cute…sometimes.

