My Super Aunt

Having the support from her aunt, who’s firm and steady, to help raise her own son, and the child is, more than blessed, to have such a stable person in his infancy, translated…

My husband and I both worked nine to five, and regularly, he works away, and only on the weekends, were we able to, be together again. When I was pregnant with my eldest, I’d become, worried. Can’t find a fitting nanny, the hours at the nursing center collided with my time of work, and my family and in-laws lived far away, I’d worried, that I won’t be able to manage “being a single mother on the weekdays”, and I’d become, very troubled. But gladly, my own aunt was kind enough, to retire early and take on the role of my child’s nanny, and it’d, helped taken the stresses away, I was so grateful to her I’d cried.

And so, my aunt started living at my house, and on Friday afternoons after I returned home, she’d, gone home. Before work every day, I’d taken my baby to my aunt’s room. My aunt is very compassionate and able-bodied, she’d taken good care of my baby, she’d even, looked after me real well too. After work, there would be surely, that perfectly prepped meal by her on the tables, the two adults with four dishes, it’s like, New Year’s every single day, and I get to save the leftovers for lunch tomorrow too. My aunt saw that I got lazy, didn’t do my laundry, and would do my laundry and fold them for me, and when I didn’t have the time to clean up the house, she’d helped me keep the house clean too. I’d often joked how she is like my mom, but only better, because no matter how messy I’d let my house get, she wouldn’t get mad at me for it. After work, I took over looking after my baby, we’d sat in the living room, watch television, and just, enjoy this quiet time for adults. All of my coworkers knew I had an amazing aunt, and they were all, quite envious!

Other than loving my child a lot, she’d had her set of rules in raising and training and teaching my child to behave, like how he wasn’t supposed to throw tantrums when he’d gotten older; or how she didn’t carry him when we’re out for walks and he wasn’t tired yet, she didn’t spoil my child like the older generations would. My aunt would also help look after her own granddaughter on the weekends, has a ton of experiences in childcare, but, she’d respected my opinion, and there wasn’t that conflict between the generations. My aunt offered my child a strong sense of security, and a ton of love too, made her stable, she’d not only want mommy, she’d also, want my aunt too, and, as she’d learned to talk, she’d always inquired where her great aunt is on the weekends.

I’d originally wanted my aunt’s help in caring for my second child, but, with the end of my work, I’d decided, to stop being a weekend couple with my husband, and so, I can only, force myself, to separate from my aunt. People always told me, that my baby was, more than blessed with such an amazing great aunt. Actually, I’m the most blessed one, with an amazing aunt!

And so, you are, more than blessed, to have such a capable help, to help raise your young child, and, she is amazing, that she’d not, spoiled your child, instead, given him the stability of having a good attachment figure that he needs.

About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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