I may not be a mom, but I am the best aunt ever. Well, that is, if you ask my niece and nephew. Thank you, thank you, thank you to my sister and brother-in-law for having such amazing and sweet kids. I honestly love these two as much as any kids I could give birth to.
Besides, the fun aunts get the best of both worlds. We get to love, play and spoil them rotten, and then return them to their parents. When their mom and dad are the most uncool people ever, I will still be the "bestest aunt in the universe."
My niece once told someone that I was better than Santa Claus, and my nephew says I'm beautiful and skinny - what's not to love?
These lights of my life make me realize that an aunt is an extension of their mom - and sometimes I'm even better than her. I can enrich their lives in many ways, but they bring me more joy than I could ever imagine.
How many parents do you know who get in the pipe-hanging-from-the-ceiling-thingy at Chuck E. Cheese? Who else can take them on a special aunt/niece 10-year old birthday trip to New York City?
And, sometimes it's the 7-year old who has the best perspective. After talking to my sister about why Jack Bauer and I don't have children, he was sad because he said we'd be a great mommy and daddy. But, then he lit up and told her "At least they have me and E (his sister)."
I couldn't agree more.