Being an Auntie is truely special. I’m not a mum, in a way I’m sure thats probably ‘better’ but there really is something so lovely about being an Auntie. For one you get to give them back!! (Something I always say but rarely want to do) you also get to be the fun one. The crazy one. The let’s eat cake at half 10 one. The ok, go on, one last time one. The sleepover queen.
The one who these little people manage to wrap round their little finger no matter how hard you try to repell it (and let’s be honest you don’t try very hard!)
This picture is what prompted me to write this post…
This photo fills me with equal amounts of pride and sadness.
Pride for that little boy that I met when he was barely an hour old, who I’m sure was only one yesterday! Being a beautiful big cousin to Evie-Mae, so caring and gentle.
But sadness because, I’m sure he was that small just a little while ago, they grow up so fast and until I had nieces and nephews I never quite realised just how fast.
Everytime they achieve something I burst with pride for that little person but at the same time think, that’s another ‘First’ gone. But boy are we lucky to have those ‘firsts’! All those things we hope they’ll achieve and are so happy when they do.
I’m always sure to remember, with ‘firsts’ come ‘lasts’ so I read that story even though I’m tired (because I’m not used to running around after them all the time! Mums I don’t know how you do it!!) I treasure that sound when he runs to me and says ‘Ro Ro’ (A nickname I hope will have longevity, I can’t cope with the thought of not hearing that) those cuddles when he is tired or has fallen over and he just wants your comfort, or the dancing to fireman Sam round the lounge in your PJs.
Because in the blink of an eye he’ll be a big boy and Ro Ro’s not quite ready for that yet. Thank goodness for my other little ones.
Being an Auntie really has changed my life.
What do you love most about being am Auntie/Aunt/Uncle?
Until next time,
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