Back to the old grind.....Are we still doing this?
This is my neice, Abigail. She is three years old. She is a treasure to me because I never thought I would have neices or nephews. My sister, as you know, is married to a man with his own children. He wasn't really keen on adding to the brood so kids were out of the picture, so we thought. Teresa started to feel the baby bug not long after they were married and to make an extremely long drawn out story short, she issued an ultimatum. I kind of blame myself as this wasn't an issue until she met Jacob, but really, who could not look into those shiny blue eyes and not want to take one home? Anyway, her husband had "a procedure" during his first marriage that prevented spontaneous conceptions and for whatever reason it could not be reversed. Soooo.....my BIL had some sort of "extraction" done and my sister had IVF, implanting three embryos with Abigail as the result. Another long story shorter, she tried to do it a second time for a second baby but that never developed. Abigail will be my only biological neice, the only biological child of my only sibling.
It's a given that my own children are treasures to me, I write about that everyday, but it is different having a neice. I can love her, enjoy her, yet let her parents deal with the rough stuff. Much like I am sure grandparents feel about their grandkids. I only see Abigail twice a year, if we're lucky, and each time she is different. It's sad that she doesn't live down the street where she can play with my boys whenever they felt like it. I hate that she is closer to her daily babysitter than to me or even my mother because we all live so far apart. I wish I could see her develop daily instead of yearly, but that will never be. I am grateful to have had almost a week to spend with her, lavish love on her, listen to her stories, and view the girly world for a while (wasn't for me, thank you, hats off to all you girly moms). So until Christmas or next summer I will continue mailing pretty dresses (she's wearing one I sent there) and hearing her stories over the phone. She's a far away little treasure getting bigger all the time.
All my life I thought I'd be the perfect mother. I even majored in it. I aced all the child development classes I took toward my degree in, wait for it, Early Childhood Development and Elementary Education.
And then they were born. First Jacob, who is 8, then Adam, who is 4, and our biggest surprise, Elizabeth who is 2.
As much as I really wanted to be, I am finding out I am no June Cleaver. For starters, The Beav never had a baby sister.