I just said goodbye to my niece, the oldest. She’s twelve and the two of us have a pretty special relationship. When she was little, she was just as close with her other aunt, my sister, but she now has kids of her own and a lot less time to play the doting aunt.
So the niece, who can be a bit of a Whirlwind (ADHD will do that), spent the night last night and we had a great time.
I realized, at some point, that when we’re together alone, I imagine what my life would be like if things were different, if she were my kid, not my niece. And I ache a bit for that imaginary life, both for me and for her, as her needs fall through the cracks quite a bit in the real world.
At the same time, I know that raising a child is not the same as borrowing one for the weekend, and that with all my notions of how I could parent her better, I also know that there’s no way to know that—it is possible I could mess up way more than has been done so far in her life.





You see in this photo, my niece, the Whirlwind, has dressed Miss Famous up in one of her own T-shirts. Miss Famous is very patient with playing dress-up, though saying that she enjoys it would be going a bit too far, I think.
In this shot, you can almost see her little brain trying to say, “How much longer do I have to stand here?” And for some reason, the Whirlwind decided to put this sticker saying, “lunch alert” on the poor doggy’s head. She’s a good girl (the dog, not the niece).
Why, I cannot tell you, but I can tell you that the Whirlwind LOVED putting this little sling on Miss Famous–to the point that it was threatened with confiscation if she didn’t get her chores done. 


