I've never considered myself maternal, but I think you could call me aunternal. My aunts were never the aunts I wanted to have; they were a little cold and judgmental. And I always wanted them to take me shopping for pretty clothes my mom would deem too expensive or impractical. The closest I ever got to that was one of my aunts gave me a terrifying doll from Big Lots for my birthday one time. It was like a Chucky version of the American Girl dolls. I will NEVER buy my baby niece a possessed American Girl doll. It will be baby Missoni capes, baby Uggs and onesies with animal ears attached to the hoods. Like so ↑Ok, I won't be so cruel as to dress baby niece/nephew as a turkey every single day (maybe once a week when the panda outfit is in the wash) but I just know that I will spoil that fat little ball of a human rotten. He/she will never appreciate my impeccable sense of baby fashion until he/she gathers photos for it's (I'm tired of writing he/she and realistically, it's the size of a grape right now, so chill out) high school graduation slide show and 75% of all the baby outfits are animal related or shrunken down high fashion trends. Baby crop top what up!!
And then when it can speak and start forming it's own opinions, I can only hope that I steer it in the right direction. I'm not talking about morals; that's boring parental stuff. I'm talking about not listening to the shitty nonsensical music (see: "I love you like a love song baby" by Selena Gomez) and the dumb TV shows that glorify teen pregnancy. Maybe my niece/nephew will be one of those cool precocious teens in movies that don't exist in real life. Move over Dakota Fanning! Niece/Nephew has arrived!
That's all way into the future though...right now, i'm just a grab bag of emotions. I think Jessie Spano can better express what I'm feeling right now.
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