I got the call a little over nine months ago. My Mama was calling me and she had me on speaker phone. Again. I hate when she puts me on speaker phone ’cause I can barely hear her, and when I do actually hear her, I can’t understand her because of all the other various noises in the background. However, this time it was different. It was quite in the background and she was happy. In fact, she sounded downright giddy!
I answered the phone with my usual “hello” which was very quickly met with something along the lines of “Do you have any baby clothes you wanna get rid of?” I had to have her repeat the question because, 1)I couldn’t hear her, and 2)I was sure I’d misunderstood her. Again, “Do you have any baby clothes you don’t want anymore?” I laughed, rather heartily, because my two babies are both teenagers and I quickly reminded my Mama that my youngest was 13 and that any clothes I might’ve been saving had long since been given away.
It was at this point in the conversation that my Mama got tickled and I heard other, muffled giggles in the background. A few seconds later, Mama is telling me that my middle sister and her husband are expecting their first child. I’m not real sure what the next words out of my mouth were, but I think I might’ve called her a liar or asked if she was joking or had gone temporarily insane.
After that, there was definite outright laughter in the background and I could hear my sister and her husband confirming what Mama had just told me. I was so excited, I think I squealed! Just a little, though. I congratulated the new parents to be and with a few more brief sentences, the phone conversation was over.
I remember being so excited at the thoughts of being an Aunt. I have two boys of my own, but I’ve never been someones Aunt! Fond memories of my favorite Aunt and all the time we’ve spent together over the years washed over me. I was filled with such hope and love for this little being whom I’d yet to meet. Anyone out there who’s an Auntie can hopefully relate. If not, then this is yet another fine example of the depths of crazy lurking within.
Now, let me tell ya, nine months passed with snail like speed when I was waiting, rather impatiently toward the end, to meet my babies. Those same nine months don’t go by any faster when you’re waiting to meet your niece or nephew. It’s not the same kind of waiting, but it still seems like the day will never come when you get to look upon a new little life and know that you share something special with this little being.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. Along the way, I got texts and phone calls about the new Mommy and baby. My sister sent me a picture of the first ultrasound. My little nephew’s very first photograph. My nephew. Another boy. The third grandson for my Mama. He was precious. Simply precious. And yes, I’m fully aware that in an ultrasound picture, especially one sent to a cell phone, one can’t really see the baby’s features to tell if he/she is gonna be a cutie, but trust me, I knew he was precious.
My sister and her husband took what seemed like forever to choose a name for my nephew. They were going back and forth for months but they knew they wanted to give him a family name. They finally decided one of his names would be Charles after mine and my sister’s Paw. The other name was going to be one from my brother-in-law’s family. It wasn’t revealed until right before the baby was born.
So, again, I waited. And waited. And waited some more. And finally, the day came. The day we’d all been waiting for. The day I’d finally get to meet Little Charlie. And again, you must remember that I’ve never been someone’s Auntie, so this newfound form of love was totally foreign to me. I was so excited to finally meet this little bundle! I felt like I couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough! My youngest son and I met my baby sister, who had already met Charlie the night before, shortly after he made his grand entrance into the world, and we were off to pick up my Mama and then on to the hospital so I could finally meet him.
I’m telling ya, the excitement I felt that day cannot really be put into words. It’s a feeling that’s just indescribable! And that was just the beginning. Once we finally made it to the hospital and we finally made it to my sister’s room, I felt a sudden surge come over me. Someone else had my nephew when we entered the room, but she was a very sweet lady and gave him over to us willingly. My Mama got him first, and I tried really hard to remember that when it was me laying in that hospital bed with people coming to see my babies for the very first time, I was just a little hurt that people completely forgot about me and went straight for the cute, pink, cooing baby in the room, so I made sure to speak to my sister and her husband. Albeit briefly.
Then…. It was my turn. I was finally gonna get to meet my nephew. I was finally gonna get to hold Little Charlie. Oh, and have I mentioned that, while I do not have an addictive personality, I think I might have an addiction to babies. I love everything about them! Their sweet smell, the precious cupid’s bow lips, the beautiful color, and those feet! Oh. My. Gosh. Those adorable little piggies!!! A strange desire comes over me whenever I see little baby piggies. A desire that gets even stronger if I can hold said baby and smell said baby while looking at said baby’s little baby piggies.
At first sight, I was hooked! That precious little baby boy is just beautiful. He is perfect and wonderful and just…. beautiful. It was love at first sight. At first sight, at first smell, at first touch, and especially at first sound. He cooed so sweetly. He was just so stinkin’ cute!!!! Immediately, I felt my addiction grab hold of me and begin the tug at my heart strings. The tug that makes me think I want another baby. This tug can be dangerous if I let it completely take hold of me.
Then, it occurred to me.
I’m an Auntie. I have the best of both worlds with this little fella. I get to love and cuddle and coo and swaddle this sweet little precious baby boy, and then I get to go home and sleep, and eat peacefully, and have sex every night if I want to, and go to the bathroom by myself, and watch an entire movie from start to finish uninterrupted, and shower alone, and read a book if I want to, and write a blog if I want to.
Insert reality here.
The high left me nearly as quickly as it had taken hold of me.
It occurred to me as we were walking back to the car to return home how truly lucky I am. I’ve already experienced the newborn baby thing and made it through the toddler years. I’ve trudged through the elementary school years and now I’m in the deep throes of the teenage years, or Hell, as I like to lovingly refer to this stage of development.
So, I’m thinking I really like this Auntie deal. All that love to share, all that hope for another new life, all those elated baby feelings, and all the freedoms of having older children back home who can pretty much take care of themselves, and will soon be grown and gone. I don’t want any more babies of my own, but I really think I’m gonna enjoy being an Auntie.