My niece M. is ten.
She is part of a twin set of nieces that I love and adore, and as of
their last birthday...appreciate ever so much more. I'm sitting at my desk adding more to a new
chapter, and I look over to see her changing GiGi's diaper. How awesome is that?! Pretty damn awesome. Sometimes it's hard to write from home when
you have a toddler getting into every single thing she isn't supposed to or
needing silly things like food, drink and a diaper change, but I find that
having these nieces around is a HUGE help.
I knew they were good, but it wasn’t until this winter vacation from school
that I realized just how good they were. Are.
They are so interested in making her happy that they just
automatically help her out when she makes the slightest noise. I'd feel like a jerk if I was always, always
begging them to do the things they do for her, but they just - do it.
All by themselves. It's
fascinating to me as a twenty-eight year old adult who is the youngest, by far,
to two sisters. I never had the
opportunity to care for someone younger than me because I was the youngest. The youngest daughter, sibling, granddaughter,
cousin, friend, employee (for the most part) you name the situation and I have
always been the youth in the group. So
it's weird to watch these pre-teens taking on such an automatic mothering
role. The twins have a younger sister
and that's where the majority of their caring comes from I would assume. Maybe it's just who they are, but I would bet
it's because they are big sisters.
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