The March Slice of Life Challenge
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|"Auntie, you are special to me. Love, Kylie"|
This picture came up in my Facebook feed today. She wrote this to me when she was in first grade. She's twelve now. I have to be honest. I wish she was still six. She couldn't wait to get to my house, calling on Thursday so that we could make a list of all the things we would do during her bi-weekly weekend visits.
The visits are spread further apart now, as friends start to become more central to her world. She doesn't call to make a plan anymore. But this morning as we sat on the loveseat, her head leaning on my shoulder, watching episodes of Project Runway Junior I'd saved since her last visit, I was more focused on the moment. These glimpses of the "little" girl are cherished moments. I know that I'm still special to her. I also understand that the eye rolls when I say silly things that used to make her laugh are just a part of her growing up. I understand. I don't like it. But I understand.
And I'm thankful for all the time I've poured into her life so far, because that bond will be an anchor for both of us over the next few years of navigating the middle school years.
She's special to me too, as are all of my nieces and nephews. I'm so grateful God chose me to be their Auntie.