I knew I loved my nephews, but until last night, I didn't realize how truly addicted to them I am.
I was sitting at home watching some Biggest Loser with Derek, when Kelsy called to let me know Ozzie was coming over to my mom's house. Next thing I knew I was in my car driving like a madman to my mom's house. I got there at 7:30 hoping to be home by 8:00. When Oz wasn't there by 9:00 I was getting stressed and emotional, but couldn't leave before I saw the little guy (who isn't so little anymore). I thought to myself, "What's wrong with me?!?! I am obsessed! He's probably going to be grumpy anyway, I better leave."
But I couldn't get myself to go....and I'm glad I didn't. Here is what showed up:
I have always hated children. I can only say that, because it is the truth. I couldn't stand them. The few times I babysat as a child, the mom would come home to me dead asleep on the couch while their children played with a variety of dangerous things in the corner. I have had many a bad experience babysitting.
I never thought I would have kids. Other parents would explain that when you have a kid you finally realize what unconditional love is like. After my nephews were born, I realized a little bit of that. I would do anything for these kids, and they can't even talk. It's funny to me that you can learn so much from someone who doesn't even know how to eat yet.
Being an aunt is one of the greatest things in my life. I love the littles!