Feeling Old

Feeling old isn't necessarily an age thing. Sometimes I feel very young. Yesterday I felt old. I think it had something to do with the fact that it was my niece Dante's birthday. 14. 14!!! The most beautiful baby I ever held, is now far from a baby. Then I realized her brother Paxson is 17. Yup, 17!! I held him in my arms when he was only weeks old and now he's driving. In another year, their brother Will will join them and soon, so will my niece.

I didn't feel like I had 17 and 16 year old nephews and 14 year old niece. I liked the age of the youngest, Max, better. He's 3. I felt like the Aunt of a 3 year old. It was just "one of those days". I rarely get them, but yesterday I did.

Then today, I returned to visit. And, surrounded by most of the kids, (Paxson wasn't around but Will, Richard, Dante, and Max were) it felt right again to be the Auntie of them all. It wasn't so horrifying anymore that if they were getting older, than so was I. It's so neat to see how they're all growing in stature and mind.

Note: The birthday picture above I created for a birthday card I made my niece. I have to admit to creating it quickly because I was feeling impatient with myself that day. I already have ideas to improve upon it and repost to my deviantART account.