While in Carova, NC having Adelaide around, I thought a lot about the special relationship between aunts and nieces.
On my mother’s side of the family, I am blessed with wonderful aunts and one aunt in particular was like a mother to me while I was growing up.
You see, when I was a young girl (10yrs old), my brother (then 2yrs old) and I stayed in Portugal with my dad’s sister for 3 years while my parents came to the U.S.A. to better their lives to give both my brother and I more opportunities.
Although my dad’s sister (I won’t call her aunt) always made my mom’s absence obvious by not treating us like her own, my aunt Marilia (my mom’s brother’s wife) who we would spend our summers with, always made me miss my mom less.
My aunt Marilia always treated both my brother and I the same way she treated her own 2 children.
She never gave us less. She never gave us more. She always gave us the same.
During the time that we were around my aunt Marilia, I always felt like I had a mother around.
Someone who was caring, loving but also was not afraid to discipline.
Because stuff happens and some relationships don’t last forever, Adelaide was in Carova without her mom. And most likely during our future family time together, she will be without her mom.
Being a 4yr old without her mom while watching her cousin with her mom is not easy. This I know by experience.
Thanks to my aunt Marilia, I also know the difference an aunt can make.
I hope that as Adelaide grows, I can continue to be a good aunt to her and that one day when she is older, she can think of me in the same way I think and cherish my dear aunt Marilia.