Ah, Thanksgiving. A day meant for stuffing, football…and family rivalry at its finest. No matter how much we evolve—or how much money we spend on therapy—Thanksgiving never fails to revert us to childhood roles we thought we’d outgrown. The controlling eldest who can’t seem to relax. The forgotten middle child who simply wants to be heard. The charming youngest who thinks fairies made the mashed potatoes. And of course, the only child, who’s perfect (until facing the undivided attention of their relatives).
If you’ve ever wondered where these stereotypes come from—and why the same fights seem to break out year after year, it stems from birth order theory (or later, Sibling Rivalry and Differentiation Theory). Developed by psychiatrist Alfred Adler in the early 20th century, the framework says that we naturally develop distinct roles within the family to differentiate ourselves—and nowhere is this more evident than at the Thanksgiving dinner table. The eldest sibling, forever the “third parent,” is said to manage everything (and everyone), feeling the pressure to hold things together. The middle sibling, always trying to carve their own identity, is most likely to stir up controversy to stand out. Then the youngest, ever the charmer, is prone to soaking up attention—and being oblivious to the stress their siblings are shouldering. Not to mention that only children, who are self-appointed perfectionists, are forced to dodge nosy relatives who must know why they’re still single.
In any case, these dynamics make Thanksgiving tough—whether you’re the eldest daughter (like me), frantically trying to recreate the Last Supper, or the youngest who somehow catches the brunt of everyone’s frustrations (it’s not like they asked to be born last). So, for the purposes of this article, I’ve taken off my sibling hat and put on my pseudo-therapist one. After chatting with a number of middle children desperate to be heard, youngest siblings who claim they’re blamed for *everything* and only children who just want to enjoy their pie in peace, I’ve gathered the most common holiday flare-ups based on birth order. (Plus how to avoid a family meltdown this turkey day.)