So my kids are old.
Well maybe they’re not all old, but they’re older. They’re not babies. They’re not toddlers and they’re growing up quickly.
Back when they were babies and toddlers, before I got into the blogging thing, before I even knew what blogging was, I used to write a column for The Cambridge Times about parenting. It was kind of almost exactly like my blog now, but more about how the kids were as littles. The times they made me grab the counter because their cuteness defied gravity. The times they made me so insane that I literally sat in a corner and cried. All the good and all the bad and all the insane. I loved it all. Except for those few times when I thought I was crazy.
It’s funny how you don’t really, really see the changes in your own kids until all of a sudden they’re right on top of you. And it’s funny how quickly you forget what they’re like when they’re littles.
This week my sister came to visit with my two nieces and my nephew. Ages 6, 5 and 3. Good lord those kids, man. They made me laugh so hard. They made me almost tear up sometimes.
Yesterday, my 6 year old niece started to cry. She was scared by something and my 3 year old nephew? Upon hearing his big sister crying and not even knowing the reason, went and got a bandaid and brought it to her.
One of the greatest perks of living here is that I get to be close to one of my sisters again after going for five years and only seeing her twice. We used to live fifteen minutes apart so being in her general proximity again is a blessing. It does however remind me that though I get to know her and get to know her littles all over again, I’m simultaneously missing out on all of this same great stuff with my Ontario bound nieces and nephews. All four of them.
I loved having the kids here. I loved the tiny little voices in the morning (although my nephew, the three year old can get really loud when he’s excited by…anything).
I’m heading to Nova Scotia next week to see them at their place. First time I’ve been to their house since their own move out east and I cannot wait.
Reconnections are marvelous. Especially when they call you Auntie.