Not everyone gets the chance to play such an instrumental part of their nephew or nieces's life. I'm lucky because I have ben able to do just that. 6 years ago, we got the shock of a lifetime when my sister non only surprised us with a pregnancy, but she didn't tell us until 11 days after the rugrat was born. I still remember getting that call from my mom that I needed to get over to her apartment immediately. I was like, oh shit, what did I do now? She said their was a birth. Well the bird was dead, The only other option was that Jake was actually a girl and Wookie and super kitty sperm. That was also not the case.
I arrived at my sister's apartment and this chubby baby was laying in a swing. He was so cute! It was only a few months before my sister moved in with me. I took that kid to daycare, fed him every morning, fed him at night, changed his diapers, scolded him when he was a complete butthead, and I was just like a second mom. I grew up a lot those years. I babysat a lot, but I never really wanted kids. I thought after being around him that if they all turn out like that, I may have the patience to have a kid one day.