Today I’m thankful for my nephews, older and brand new.
My sister had her second son last week. His birth was easy. Her older son turned 3 in October. When he was born it was an emergency caesarean section. He has grown wonderfully. Both boys are healthy and my sister is recovering well.
I neither have nor want children. I adore my older nephew. I haven’t met the baby yet. I’ll visit in about a month. That should give them some breathing space as a family to start learning their new rhythms. The older boy is smart and caring. Since he isn’t mine I can give him back to his parents when we’ve each reached our limit.
I’m almost 6 years older than my sister. We’ve got a good relationship now but it took a long time to build. Growing up I was so far ahead of her that we had very little in common. We weren’t antagonistic; we largely didn’t know each other. She was pregnant a couple of months before this one. It wasn’t viable. I think we both hope that her boys will be closer as children because of the smaller age difference.