Sausage and Cheese Tray- Check
Nachos- Check
New Family Game- Check
New Year's hat and horns- Check
Sparkling Cider- Check
Grandma and Grandpa Farm- not yet
Every year we celebrate the arrival of the New Year in almost the same fashion. It starts with a mad dash to get the house organized, extra toys and old clothes donated and snacks made.
This year is no exception- with one small thing. While cleaning out and donating toys and clothes to our local women's shelter, my mood swiftly changed. It was time to say bye-bye butterfly to all the baby gear. It had been sitting in Toby's room for the better part of 6 months. I guess a part of me wasn't ready to disembark from Babyville population +1. While I know my neurologist has said it isn't a possibility to consider, I still held out hope. Hope for a girl, hope for another little nugget to add to the lodge, hope for that bus load of kids I one day wanted to have...
Out of the many hats I wear, this is the one I cherish the most. I love everything about being a mother. I love everything that leads up to holding that 8 lb nugget in my arms- and everything that comes after. I love holding that tiny being while a feeling of calmness washes over me. I love watching them grow and develop their own individuality. Don't get me wrong, it's hard work. There are many sleepless nights, sacrifices and discipline that go into being a parent. But for me to hop on that bus again would be selfish. I would be putting my wants and needs first.
As I sit here watching my 20 month old tornado his way from one room to another, I know that he is the last link on our chain. I have 2 boisterous boys that have their own will and way of tearing through life's peaks and valleys...and I need to be here for them. To watch them hit their milestones, to guide and to bring down the hammer as the case may be.
So I will cherish being an aunt. I will poke and prod all of my brothers and sisters to get on board.
Aunt Julie has a van to fill...
Aunt Julie has a van to fill...


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