I’m an Auntie!

Being the oldest of four kids (and the youngest turning 24 this year) you’d think I’d already be an auntie or a mommy right now — y’know, somebody out of the four having spawned already, especially since I grew up in a Catholic household — a Filipino, Catholic household — a *laughing*, Filipino, Catholic household. But my parents where also pragmatic types who stressed getting as much education as we could stand and enjoying life, and they were ruthlessly truthful when they described just how having kids would totally change one’s life. So… no babies. And the only time I was ever called “Auntie” was when my younger sister would call me up and then say to her dog Sheba or her cat Taz, “Want to talk to your Auntie?” and I’d say, “I’m not their Auntie!”

Pets — child substitutes.

But yesterday, my brother and his wife officially spawned, and I have a new nephew — the *first* nephew, since I don’t see my brother just stopping with one. I asked my mom how she felt now that she’s a grandma, and she laughed and said, “I feel OLD!” Yeah, I say that too — my little brother, my friends, all having kids — and I say, “It makes me feel old.” And, seriously enough, I used to feel that way. But after downloading pictures of my new nephew — li’l bro has a digital camera and DSL — all these babies don’t make me feel old…

… they make me feel alive.


About lizardqueen

If single-mothering were a paid job, I'd be rich. However, it doesn't, so I write (which doesn't pay the bills) and teach (which does). I'm overly-educated in the liberal arts, but that doesn't hinder my ability to be pragmatic and realistic. YAY.
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