auntly boasting

I'm not entirely sure how I came to adopt a nephew--in part because Sasha insists it was his idea, and I remember it as being mine. That's a good sign, though--he clearly likes having me as his aunt. It was a sudden enough thing that I can only conclude that I was ripe for something like that--and he was old enough to have a real conversation with, which is an advantage. He's ten now, 11 in the Fall, and questions I answered for him last week included helping him sort out why chmod wasn't working on his Linux box. (If you don't understand it, suffice to say that he's teaching himself programming.)

I'd just had some disquieting news, and Andy called, and somehow I got to talking about Sasha. And instead of being unhappy for myself, or worried about what comes next, I was smiling, thinking about this bright, charming kid who is happy to claim me as his aunt. Not because I'm related, blood or marriage, to either of his parents, but because I want to be his aunt and he wants to be his nephew, and for more than the chance of extra birthday presents.

I'm absurdly proud of him, given that I can't really claim any credit for his accomplishments or talents.

auntly boasting

I'm not entirely sure how I came to adopt a nephew--in part because Sasha insists it was his idea, and I remember it as being mine. That's a good sign, though--he clearly likes having me as his aunt. It was a sudden enough thing that I can only conclude that I was ripe for something like that--and he was old enough to have a real conversation with, which is an advantage. He's ten now, 11 in the Fall, and questions I answered for him last week included helping him sort out why chmod wasn't working on his Linux box. (If you don't understand it, suffice to say that he's teaching himself programming.)

I'd just had some disquieting news, and Andy called, and somehow I got to talking about Sasha. And instead of being unhappy for myself, or worried about what comes next, I was smiling, thinking about this bright, charming kid who is happy to claim me as his aunt. Not because I'm related, blood or marriage, to either of his parents, but because I want to be his aunt and he wants to be his nephew, and for more than the chance of extra birthday presents.

I'm absurdly proud of him, given that I can't really claim any credit for his accomplishments or talents.

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Put not thy faith in managers.

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Put not thy faith in managers.