I recently had the pleasure of becoming an Aunty for the first time. Obviously I’ve been an Aunty for years to my friend’s children, but this was a real, blood-connection Aunty, the child of my brother. And it has brought about some interesting feelings.
This little baby, who we then didn’t know anything about (boy or girl, etc) was due to be born near my Rascal’s birthday. I nervously paced the day before her birthday, and was relieved that the bub wasn’t born on her birthday, as if the date somehow belonged to me and I was the only one allowed to have a child on that date!
The days ticked on and the bub was several days overdue when born. I had been excited the whole pregnancy because I was happy Rascal was going to have a cousin. But nothing prepared me for the actual arrival. We didn’t see a picture for a few hours but we knew the baby, a little nephew for me, had been born. I was so excited! Then I saw a picture of the little bundle.
This little baby, who we then didn’t know anything about (boy or girl, etc) was due to be born near my Rascal’s birthday. I nervously paced the day before her birthday, and was relieved that the bub wasn’t born on her birthday, as if the date somehow belonged to me and I was the only one allowed to have a child on that date!
The days ticked on and the bub was several days overdue when born. I had been excited the whole pregnancy because I was happy Rascal was going to have a cousin. But nothing prepared me for the actual arrival. We didn’t see a picture for a few hours but we knew the baby, a little nephew for me, had been born. I was so excited! Then I saw a picture of the little bundle.
"He has to be partly mine! I need a percentage of ownership!"
I nearly burst into tears. He was perfect! And he was so tiny and cute! And I had a very similar feeling to when I first laid eyes on Rascal! Possession! Ownership! He has to be partly mine! I need a percentage of ownership! Obviously his mother would probably have something to say about me marching over there and taking full possession of him but I truly felt that he was part of me and belonged to me!
I have recovered from my bout of possession and have decided that he does indeed belong to me in a nephew sort of way. He’ll always be my nephew and no one can take that away! I didn’t realise how special it could be when a sibling has a baby but now I know! And I haven’t even met him yet!
Libby :)
I have recovered from my bout of possession and have decided that he does indeed belong to me in a nephew sort of way. He’ll always be my nephew and no one can take that away! I didn’t realise how special it could be when a sibling has a baby but now I know! And I haven’t even met him yet!
Libby :)
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