Reason #498 For Jimmie To Not Have Children

What you see here is my niece, Pooh, playing softball.

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And what you see here is my niece, Tigger, ponytail flying, socializing with her friends. That is her sport. She’s very good at it.

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What you don’t see here is me, sitting on the bleachers, sniveling and carrying on because these children are growing up too fast for my liking. Every accomplishment they attempt makes my throat close up and my eyes sweat. Pooh plays the trumpet in the band. Tigger reads at a level far above her years. Pooh is in middle school. Middle school! She fixes her hair now and wants to look trendy, and sometimes the three of us talk about boys!

These poor children. They want to live their lives and do all the things their friends are doing and I’m cheering them through it on the outside, but inside I’m begging them to stop. Just be babies again, just for a minute. My heart cannot take this, and my eyes are puffy enough what with my being over 40 now.

Still, I take it on the chin like every self-respecting adult. Like a grownup. When Pooh runs off the softball field, eyes shining and words tripping breathlessly out of her mouth in a rush to tell us that her coach is proud of her, I do my level best to croak out a “Me too, baby. I’m proud of you, too,” and then wait until she flitters off back to her friends before I let the tears fall. It’s what an aunt does. It’s as close as she can get. I don’t know how you parents do this.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Michelle
    Oct 09, 2014 @ 10:18:40

    That was a great one! Stranger to think Evie and Amy will be all graduated by the time we get there to see them grow up… Time just goes too fast. Jakey graduates this year and heads to the Air Force… Just ridiculous. Tell the girls we said no more growing!

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  2. crayolaj74
    Oct 12, 2014 @ 17:36:26

    Reblogged this on Is That A Hair In My Biscuit? and commented:
    I’m re-blogging my sister’s last post, because it’s about my kids. How could I not? Yes, I cried. I love you, Jimmie! 🙂

    Reply

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