Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Aunty Magic

I’m a Granty I squeal as I ring Mr H with the news

Oh my goodness that was quick, email me a photo

I was having a lie in but the news means I spring - I wish - rather I yank on my bed stick and clamber slowly out of bed…

I ring my sister, now a Nana, who was at the birth with the Daddy…and of course my now Mommy niece!

I am blessed I tell friends later that day on the phone, my nieces and nephew are my world. Mr H gives an attention seeking ‘what about me’ cough in the background!

Being an aunty is like being in Cadbury World and eating all the chocolate I want…The best scrummy, yummy thing!

When they were little I let them eat pizza for breakfast, stay up a bit later than Mummy and Daddy allowed, let them sit in the washing basket and roll around the garden…



I then handed them back to their parents to undo the damage I had done breaking all their rules…

They come and stay as they revise for exams, ring me if they need guidance, help and support…

As they grow older I take them to the theatre, on trips to London, spoil them in the shops buying clothes that their Mom and Dad said were too expensive. We take mini breaks together and call ourselves ‘Girls on Tour’…

I tell anyone who will listen about my special ‘boy and girls’

Now, this sharing of time and love shines through in their grins and hugs when they visit, or come and collect me; in cards and letters they send, texts and calls they make. They walk slowly when they are with me, help me in and out of the car and carry my bags. They understand epilepsy and how to look after me if they need to…

I am the luckiest aunty alive.

When I talk to Liz my choir leader we share our aunty experiences. Liz had a magical aunty who sadly recently passed on to aunty heaven.

Its Aunty Magic Liz says


So now I am Granty Dawn I can sprinkle more aunty magic…


Aunty
A person who can give hugs like a mother
Keep secrets like a sister
and share love like a friend