little lion
I just . . . I love my nephew. My sister was over on Wednesday and yesterday, and while she was taking a break I was able to feed him. It was absolutely . . . The only word I can use to describe the feeling of carrying a tiny little human being is magic. Like, logic and science cannot ever completely explain the feeling of what it is like to have a small human in your arms. (This is coming from someone who, when she was around six years old, cried "I hate babies!" when she met a new cousin. Oh, the times . . .)
I used to spend a lot of the time when my nephew was over simply staring at him with a mixture of awe and fear because good God almighty how can such a tiny little thing exist? And can you honestly believe that your sister created that thing and so that makes you its aunt? And you have to be very careful, very mindful of how you handle him, and you can't just half-ass everything you do any more because it's a little baby and babies are fragile and so they depend on you for everything and they're just so tiny.
Also: Begin second-guessing yourself, NOW. Wonder if you can help raise him right. Wonder, when he grows older, if you can answer his questions of pressing importance such as "Why is the sky blue?" and "Why are those two men holding hands?", with aplomb. Wonder what he'll be like when he grows up, what his siblings will look like, what his cousins will look like.
I still can't believe he exists, so each day I get to see him is like a little surprise. I hope I never stop being surprised.
:^)
I used to spend a lot of the time when my nephew was over simply staring at him with a mixture of awe and fear because good God almighty how can such a tiny little thing exist? And can you honestly believe that your sister created that thing and so that makes you its aunt? And you have to be very careful, very mindful of how you handle him, and you can't just half-ass everything you do any more because it's a little baby and babies are fragile and so they depend on you for everything and they're just so tiny.
Also: Begin second-guessing yourself, NOW. Wonder if you can help raise him right. Wonder, when he grows older, if you can answer his questions of pressing importance such as "Why is the sky blue?" and "Why are those two men holding hands?", with aplomb. Wonder what he'll be like when he grows up, what his siblings will look like, what his cousins will look like.
I still can't believe he exists, so each day I get to see him is like a little surprise. I hope I never stop being surprised.
:^)