She was nine years old when I met her and instantly, I was in love. She has always been my favorite niece
even if she is my only niece. That doesn’t matter! Because if I could have picked out a niece, I would have picked someone just like her!. I’ll never forget how desperately she wanted my oldest son to be born on her birthday. When he came a day earlier than her big day, she shrugged it off and said, “That’s okay. He can have his day and I’ll still have mine.”
She has always had an amazing outlook on life.
When my ex-husband and I were divorcing, she was sad and said she felt like I wouldn’t be her aunt anymore. Marriage may have made her my niece but there was no way I could have let her go. She’ll always be my favorite niece. While we may not really be related, we have a bond that has stood the test of time.
Life hasn’t always been kind to her. And life doesn’t always wrap up with a nice ending; however, the story is her story to tell. I hope one day, she will.
Her mother used to accuse me of wanting her for my own daughter. On one hand, she was wrong. I never felt the urge to be her mother. Besides, being her aunt was more fun. On the other hand, she was right. I would have loved to have had the chance for her to know stability. And love without condition.
Despite the miles between us, she remains a big part of our lives. I love to chat with her on the phone. She often apologizes for doing most of the talking but what she doesn’t know is that I could listen to her all day. Most of the time, she is upbeat and excited. Sometimes she is sad.
She questions her abilities. Her education. Her experiences. Her memory. Her background. Her worth.
I pray that one day, she’ll know, like we know, how completely wonderful she is.