My sinuses the last few years have been wreaking havoc on me this time of the year. My ears are popping all day long, every time I swallow, every time I move my head. There are some polyps in the sinus cavity in my forehead, and I’ll tell you they seem to be dancing in there or something this week. Little bastards!
At least it is Friday! For some reason, it feels like this week took forever to get through; probably because my Monday started out so crappy. On Wednesday, I thought it was Thursday. It should have been Thursday. It felt like Thursday. Maybe I was in a time slip or something. Why do the weekdays pass so s-l-o-w-l-y and the weekends just seem to fly by? Really not fair! Remember when we were kids and time seemed to pass so slowly! We thought we would never grow up!
I’m going to visit my BFF again in May. That can’t come soon enough! Visiting her is like a mini-vacation, and I can definitely use a vacation, even a mini one!! We talk on Skype several times a week, we chat back and forth by text and instant messaging, but being together in person is just so much better!
My nephew turned 10 last weekend (on St. Patty’s Day). His birthday party was on Saturday. I had a previous appointment, so unfortunately, I had to arrive late to the party. In hindsight, from the reports from my oldest niece and my sister’s boyfriend, arriving late was a good thing. I think I’ve forgotten what being in a roomful of 9- and 10-year-old’s can be like;) I got him something called BeyBlades (no clue) because my sister said that is the latest toy he’s into. While at the store, I saw something called a Destroyer Dome. If you think of BeyBlades like Matchbox cars, the Destroyer Dome is like a racetrack set for them.
It was awesome watching him open it, because as soon as he started pulling it out of the gift bag, I heard “Whoaaa!” then “OH MY GOD, I GOT A DESTROYER DOME!! DESTROYER DOME!” My sister had her camera ready to snap a picture, but by the time she clicked the button, all she got was a shot of the empty space where he’d been standing because he’d already shot out of the room to show everyone his new toy LMAO! Score for Auntie! ;)
I have to admit, I am an awesome auntie! Sometimes I just need a reminder, and sometimes I don’t even realize how awesome of an auntie I am. For instance, a couple years ago at my oldest niece’s 17th birthday party, she says to her friends, “My aunt always gets the best cards!” I had to give an internal “phew!” that I had gotten one of those quirky noise-making, musical cards, and then realized that I now had a reputation to live up to that I hadn’t realized before that. After she opened the card, she ran into her room and brought out a box where she keeps all the previous quirky, noise-making, crazy cards I’d bought her, and she showed them all off. Seriously. They have boxes to keep their “Auntie’s cards” in. Of course, buying cards is getting harder because now I have to make sure I don’t give repeats lol!
See? It’s the little things that really matter. My ex-sister-in-law hated buying cards, thought holidays had become too commercialized, which sure, I can agree to an extent. She went out of her way to buy gifts that she felt were appropriate for them, despite what they were “into” or what they liked.
But to be honest, it’s not about the card or the gift. It’s about what you get in return for that card or that gift–the grin on a kid’s face when the googly-eyed hamburger on the card starts singing “I’m….aaaaa….HAMburger-HAMburger-HAMburger,” the laughs that follow, the “Whoa!” when a kid opens a gift and runs from the room to show what they got, the warm feeling you get in your heart when you hear them say, “My auntie gets the best cards!”
I take pride in picking out gifts, in finding things that I know the kids will like, things they’re actually interested in. And, not for nothing, but I do also buy things that I feel are appropriate for them too…like the year I bought my oldest niece Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (published in 1943), which has become her favorite book of all-time:)
It’s fine to want to buy “appropriate” gifts…but in order to do it right, you have to know the kid you’re buying for. That’s where my ex-sister-in-law made her mistake.
Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you’ll look
back and realize they were the big things.
What better “good note” is there than to rave about the happiness of the kids you love?!