Mes Neveux

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.

Niblings Is An Awesome Word

Today I’m thankful that I can sometimes (rarely!) get gooey over things.

Small Human turned three last week.  Thing Two will come along around February.  Both belong to my sister.  I don’t have children.  I have no parental instincts whatsoever.  And yet, I love Small Human more than I ever thought I’d love anything.  I’m actually excited for Thing Two’s arrival.  I’m a cynic, but damned if I don’t get sentimental around them.  It’ll probably ruin my reputation as a grump.