I spent a few minutes with my niece and nephews yesterday. They all started school this week and it was last of their birthdays (all three have August birthdays).
They really made me feel old and proud at the same time. My nephew, that made me an aunt, turns 14 today. I went over the house last night still imagining that little kid that used to call me “Aunt Kissy” was going to come down the stairs but he was at a neighbors and when he came in the front door reality hit… that 1. I’m extremely short and 2. He’s not that little kid anymore.
I seriously saw him two weeks ago and we were the same height (he might have had half an inch on me ) but now he’s defintely two or three inches taller then me and then my niece comes in, who turned 12 like 3 weeks ago, and we are the same height. The only one I’m still taller then is my baby and that’s simply because he’s six lol.
But they are just so mature and adjusting so well. I was reading an essay my niece wrote on what she wants to be and how she can accomplish that. In it she had to share her biography and it told who she lives with and how her mom passed away and all the people she has to support her. She also discussed she wants to be a lawyer or a journalist (the latter had me beaming inside). She even mentioned where she wants to go to school and how she plans on accomplishing all of that. Made me sooooo proud and I felt so old too because I thought about when she was a baby I was in high school and now shes almost there.
My little one he makes my heart melt. That smile with all the various sized teeth (with a few missing) gets me every time lol. Then when I walk up to the house I anticipate him running outside screaming “Aunt Chrissssssssayyyy” and sure enough when I get to the sidewalk he’s running down the stairs as I’m coming up arms open and ready for a kiss. For some reason I feel like he belongs to me more then the others. Probably because he didn’t have as much time as he should getting to know my sister so I try my best to fill in the gaps.
But looking at all three of them they make me smile. This year all entering major levels in their lives: elementary, middle school and high school. They are my babies and they make me so proud. I want so much for them. I want them to accomplish anything their hearts desire. I want them to soar and be excellent, not just to make dad and mom proud but so that they can be proud of themselves.