Those of you that are new to this blog might not know this but I am the Aunt to a precocious little girl named Avery and tomorrow I will be an Aunt again (to Avery’s brother named Liam). All of this excitement has got me thinking about being an aunt and how much I truly love it. I thought it would be underwhelming but I can say with all honesty, I was truly shocked by how much love came pouring out of my heart the minute I heard Avery’s heart beat in an ultrasound. Here are the things I love most about being an aunt:
1. Permission to do really stupid things with little judgment from others because you have a child handy so you’re just playing the part, naturally. These actions are no limited to but do include:
a. Making stupid faces.
b. Skipping in public for no reason at all.
c. Having impromptu dance parties.
2. Having a partner in crime when it comes to petty things like me being too lazy to wash and prepare food to eat. I tell Avery to tell my Mum that she’s hungry, Avery does and comes back holding a bowl of raspberries. We high five and eat them together.
3. Being surprised when she says surprisingly adult things. Three months ago she had come down with a cold in the middle of the night and my Mum and I were sitting up with her, rubbing her back at 4am. I told her “Avery, I’m sorry you’re sick. It makes me really sad when you don’t feel good”. She patted my head and told me it was okay. I was shocked by her even keeled response so I asked her how old she was. Her response “I’m two. Just two.”
I’m a little shocked that my heart will pour open with more unimaginable love tomorrow but hearts are funny that way, aren’t they?
PS- I’m not sure if the photo of you and B shows up on your page because I didn’t even see it until B added me today. Needless-to-say when he added me, it made me feel cool and then dorky for feeling cool. That’s a damn good smokey eye indeed.
(Favorite illustration by Valeria Hernan)