December 2, 2010

I was at my sister’s today, watching my niece and nephew dancing in the living room to Salsoul Christmas (they’re 2 and 4), and let me also say that unless you grew up in my home, Salsoul Christmas is probably not for you… but I digress.

I realized today one simple thing: that we’re family, and that means that we all get to enjoy watching these little people grow. It’s not the carrying of the child that makes the mother, and it’s not the having the children that makes the maternal instinct. I am who I am, regardless of circumstance. I’m just so blessed to be able to be a part of the big picture. Being an Aunty is awesome. Some of the glory, all of the fun and none of the responsibility.

I mean, as a high school teacher and married woman living with her husband, how often do I get to make rooster noises or dance like a fool?

Almost never.

Thanks to my littlest family members for the good times, while we build and grow our own family.