Sunday With The Nephew
I'm excited to go into next week on a clean slate. Today I will be babysitting one of my six nephews, so it should be really interesting. I have pretty strong connection with a lot of my nephews, and I'm surprised I haven't talked about them more. I have two brothers, both nearly ten years older than me. My relationship with my brothers is, not the best. Because they are only a few years apart in age they have deeper connection with each other, than with me. Ive always felt like an only child. A lot of that had to do with the fact that I also had a different father than them, they shared the same father, whom my mom was married to before I was born, but he beat her severely regularly and my family got her out of that situation. Sometime after she resettled I came along. My personality has always been quite different from theirs, I could always tell. But I still often tried to emulate them, and they were arguable the worst influence's imaginable.
They were in and out of jail, got kicked out of schools, had fights with the neighbor boys, stole and lied a hell of a lot. They were both rarely out of jail at the same time, one would get out, one would go in. Still for some reason I still admired them, even my oldest who regularly bullied me by calling me fat and faggot, mind you these were the first words I ever remember him saying to me, so it dates back probably back to when I was 4? Maybe 5, But I endured years of that because he was jealous of how spoiled I was. This didn't become clear to my then-oblivious mother until nearly a decade later, and she wasn't even the one who stopped him from treating me so badly. It was a girl he was dating, she was a tough banana and one day she simply called him out on it (she had a daughter my age and so my brother would reluctantly take me with him to her house), he changed seemingly overnight after that, and things got better, and whats weird is, as vivid as I remember him being mean to me, as many times as he humiliated me in front of his friends for no reason, as a kid, I didn't seem to be too bothered by it. Now though is a different story, I have a lot of issues with my past.
My first nephew came along when I was 13. My oldest brother Fred was going to have a son, and they named the baby after him. I remember how odd it was to see such tiny little fingers and finger nails. At first he didn't take to me well, and I honestly didn't take to him too well either. It wasn't till he was around three that our connection happened, he has been more like a little brother to me than anything. I used to babysit him after school, watch him during my spring breaks, you name it. Ive been a big role in his life, and he is a super good kid, he is what Id want my future kids to be. Last Christmas he got a cell phone, and I felt so strange about it, he is growing up, he is 13 now and its just seemed like its gone by so fast.
My mother told me yesterday that she spoke to him on the phone while I was at my buddies last week. She said he asked about me, and she told him about the exercising I have been doing and she said he was really proud of me. That means a lot to me. Its odd I was able to establish such a deep connection to him, because of the strained relationship I have with his father, luckily non of my resentment carried over. Fred, is my brother Fred's only child, meaning the rest of my 5 nephews are by my other brother. Im really close with two of his kids, Jaedyn 5, and Keiryn 2.
They were in and out of jail, got kicked out of schools, had fights with the neighbor boys, stole and lied a hell of a lot. They were both rarely out of jail at the same time, one would get out, one would go in. Still for some reason I still admired them, even my oldest who regularly bullied me by calling me fat and faggot, mind you these were the first words I ever remember him saying to me, so it dates back probably back to when I was 4? Maybe 5, But I endured years of that because he was jealous of how spoiled I was. This didn't become clear to my then-oblivious mother until nearly a decade later, and she wasn't even the one who stopped him from treating me so badly. It was a girl he was dating, she was a tough banana and one day she simply called him out on it (she had a daughter my age and so my brother would reluctantly take me with him to her house), he changed seemingly overnight after that, and things got better, and whats weird is, as vivid as I remember him being mean to me, as many times as he humiliated me in front of his friends for no reason, as a kid, I didn't seem to be too bothered by it. Now though is a different story, I have a lot of issues with my past.
My first nephew came along when I was 13. My oldest brother Fred was going to have a son, and they named the baby after him. I remember how odd it was to see such tiny little fingers and finger nails. At first he didn't take to me well, and I honestly didn't take to him too well either. It wasn't till he was around three that our connection happened, he has been more like a little brother to me than anything. I used to babysit him after school, watch him during my spring breaks, you name it. Ive been a big role in his life, and he is a super good kid, he is what Id want my future kids to be. Last Christmas he got a cell phone, and I felt so strange about it, he is growing up, he is 13 now and its just seemed like its gone by so fast.
My mother told me yesterday that she spoke to him on the phone while I was at my buddies last week. She said he asked about me, and she told him about the exercising I have been doing and she said he was really proud of me. That means a lot to me. Its odd I was able to establish such a deep connection to him, because of the strained relationship I have with his father, luckily non of my resentment carried over. Fred, is my brother Fred's only child, meaning the rest of my 5 nephews are by my other brother. Im really close with two of his kids, Jaedyn 5, and Keiryn 2.
Enjoy these pictures of the little rascal flatts
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| Fred and Me |
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| Jaedyn, Kieryn and myself. (today I was babysitting Kie-kie) |
