My first nephew is 50 today.
It hardly seems possible I was an excited 10 year old about to become an aunty for the first time that long ago!
I was fascinated by babies, loved to hold them or feed them, changing diapers not so keen, but I could do it without pricking babe or myself or passing out with the stench. How could such a lovely innocent baby produce that, and so much of it in such a vile colour!
I never had kids of my own, but have a variety of nephews and nieces two or three times removed now. If anyone mentions me, I’m probably referred to as the ‘mad aunty’ you know, the one who laughs a lot, is a bit loud, and has a wacky sense of humour. At the moment I’m not going round donned in last year’s curtains wearing monstrous hats draped in a feather boa.
In August, this nephew’s cousin also reaches that half century, and in August next year, so does his brother.
Makes you wonder where the time goes.
All I can say is Quickly!