When we were a threesome, as in this picture taken in 1951, there is no doubt as to our birth order. I've often wondered if we were purposefully plopped down on the ground in order of our age by our parents, or if I took over and put myself first and in front forcing brother to brace himself from toppling over baby sister.
I always liked being 'Numero Uno', and was shocked to find out that in the world of Psychology, I was considered an Experimental Model and a source of study into the psychological development of my personality based on being the first born.
Freud and Jung suggested that firstborns were marked for life in the habitual ways they deal with friendship, love and work. Some other fatherless guy said firstborn children felt 'dethroned' when a second child came along, and may be marred for life. I can honestly tell you that is 'Bunk'.
Because of my sweet baby brother, I had an unending source of 'Nipple Bottled Milk'...even though my Mom proudly announced to the world that her oldest was 'Bottle Broke' and a 'Big Girl' cup drinker. Dethroned!!! Hardly....BEFORE baby brother arrived, I was Princess of the Potty Chair and the proud owner of 'Big Girl Panties'. Mama assured me I would never be 'Dethroned' as brothers had to have some sort of extra gadget to catch their royal pee, and until then, he had to wear those scratchy, poopy stained, hand me down diaper thingys that hung out on the line for the whole world to see. Omg...so embarrassing!
I say Pooh on those PsychoGuys...'dethroned' my butt....It was good to be the First Princess!!!
It Still Is!!!