I am a very involved Auntie. I go to all the school plays, swim meets, talent shows, birthday parties, as well as babysit my nephews at least once a week. They’re the closest thing to motherhood I have, and I love every second and am so thankful to have sisters who are happy to let me be so involved. It really has been my lifeline in these latter years of infertility and each moment I spend with these boys helps mend my heart.
In just one week my middle nephew, the one who I take care of 5 days a week, is starting Kindergarten. And I am not, in any way, shape or form, ready. You would think it wouldn’t bother me because he’s not my son, but let me tell you – it makes me so sad. I have kissed those little toes, wiped that bum and patiently helped teach that little boy how to crawl, walk, run, sing, spell his name, build a sandcastle, use the potty, play cards and all the other things you teach little ones. I have fought with him over nap times, and bed time, and given him 1 million and two baths. I have held him while he cried, and bartered with him to take his medicine during his
third, fourth, fifth ear infection in two years. I have laid awake worrying about him, and loved him more than I knew it was possible to love someone. He may not be my son, but he is my little Sweet Pea and it feels like just yesterday he was a cheerful little baby, just sitting up, and now I’ve blinked and here we are at 4 and about to start school.
Where has the time gone?
Slow down, little one, and let us enjoy your sweet, kind, gentle, uncomplicated and fun loving personality for just a little bit longer before you move off into the bigger world of school and peer pressure and everything else that comes with it.
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