There are 6.5 years between my oldest and youngest and 4.5 years between my middle and my youngest. All those years makes my youngest truly the baby of the family. And while there are perks to being the youngest...
There are also a lot of things that make being The Baby challenging.
You are almost never the first one to do anything. No matter what you do your older siblings have probably been there and done that. And sucked your parents dry of all excitement, enthusiasm, and picture taking abilities.
You are constantly getting gypped. Things that your siblings take for granted are out of reach for you. You know things like getting anything brand new and not a hand me down. Or maybe getting a real live FUN-CATER-TO-YOUR-EVERY-WHIM babysitter who is not an older sibling. And maybe even having your needs met immediately or at least not weeks later.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a huge hole in your sneaker?"
"I've been telling you for weeks."
"Hmmmm. I am sure your sister must have an old pair of sneakers in the garage..."
You are wise beyond your years. Which can be nice, but can also make you the slightly inappropriate friend for your friends who don't have older siblings. Your best bet in this situation is to stick with other "Babies" because it doesn't matter how much your parents insist that conversations remain age appropriate when you are around you will still absorb all that teenager-ness almost as if by osmosis. So while your friends without older siblings are busy playing with American Girl dolls and Barbies you are busy trying to take the perfect selfie and working on your twerking skills. You know for the 2nd grade club scene.
Over half your life is spent in the backseat of a mini-van. Because your older siblings always have places to go. You know all those pictures that show your older siblings on fabulous weekend day trips to the zoo, the children's museum, or the beach. Sorry that is not going to happen for you Baby, there are now things that have to be done on the weekends. There are football games to go to, softball games to be at, and book reports that are due on Monday. There definitely isn't any time for fun Baby activities.
Even though you don't necessarily feel like life is treating you fairly your siblings will always consider you to be mom's favorite. Just because you are The Baby. Your siblings have spent half their lives hearing things like:
"Don't be so rough. She is just a baby."
"Don't aggravate your sister. You know better, she is just a baby."
"Please go play with your sister."
And even the dreaded...
And even the dreaded...
"You can go with your friends The Baby just needs to come with you."
They have also seen The Baby get endless babying because mom knows this is her last one. This is her baby. And because your siblings think that you have grabbed that coveted "favorite" spot they will spend a lifetime making you pay for it whenever your biggest protector (your mother) is not looking.
So yeah being The Baby is hard. And sometimes a little unfair. And some days the only thing that keeps my baby going is the knowledge that in just 6 more years she will be, for all intents and purposes, the only child. The only child living at home who intends to make her parents pay for every youngest child injustice she has endured over the years in dinners out, shopping excursions, and plenty of opportunities to be Daddy's date at baseball, football, and hockey games.