I am not one of those girls who squeals over babies or loves spending time with children. So, when my older sister got pregnant, I wasn’t expecting much. Do I dislike babies? No, of course not, but I also don’t swoon over them. I viewed my sister’s pregnancy, for the most part, as a chance to poke fun at her growing belly.

When he was finally born, I went to see him, and it was like the whole world changed.

He was pink and swollen and honestly just gross, and I absolutely loved him. It’s been almost two years since that day, and he has quickly grown into a playful, curious little boy. He chases butterflies, loves to color and he is generous with his hugs and kisses. Everyday I think I cannot love him more, and every day I do. Because of him, I have discovered the absolute joy of being an aunt.

I can honestly say that my nephew has changed my life for the better. If I had a bad day at school, I would simply ask to see him, and suddenly my problems were nowhere near as important as playing with blocks. He makes me laugh on days when I want to cry, and he has taught me the true meaning of unconditional love.

I am still not the girl who loves to be with children. I am, however, the kind of girl who spends free time with her nephew, and has a soft spot for rambunctious little boys. I think I am more patient, and more joyful now than I was before. I have had the privilege of watching my sister become a wonderful mother, and my relationship with her has benefitted as well. I can’t wait to see who he will grow up to be, and I look forward to being there every step of the way.