Crazy Aunt Syndrome

I have completely taken upon myself the persona of "crazy aunt." Yet, I technically have no biological nieces or nephews. How did this phrase become coined? You ask. Simply put, I refuse to be called mom.

Let me explain further. While I'm not saying that somewhere down the line, I won't actually enjoy having children of my own, but that's in a future past my vivid imagination. As my friends put it, my children will either save or destroy the world, and they are going for destroy. I have two main hangups about having biological children.

1. For me, a family means a more permanent tie with roots and everything. Granted, I no matter what type of family I have, it will probably never (thankfully) be normal, I like my freedom to bounce, bounce, bounce. But, rest assured, if I do have children, I will always do what's in their best interest. I just don't want to do that now.

2. I really can't see myself doubled in a child again. The idea of mini-mes running around the world gives me nightmares. Arguing with myself, etc. I just hope my husband has a kick-butt temperament and personality that will be passed on, if and when, the time comes. Just as long as it doesn't come too soon.

Then there is a third consideration. If and when I ever have children, I want to adopt. I always have. I even remember an eighth grade conversation when I vowed that I was going to adopt children instead of having biological ones. I have been blessed with an amazing and supportive family, and I want to pass that on to someone who needs it. I want to take in an unloved child or teenager, and I want to look them in the eyes and tell them I love them, before gathering them in my arms for a huge hug.

Now, in the meantime, I play and thoroughly enjoy Crazy Aunt Syndrome. I have a passel of kids that I get to hug and tell I love you to at the shelter. I get to get down on the floor and roll around with them. I get to hug them and tell them how special they are, and how beautiful and precious they are. I'm not their mom, and I refuse to let them call me mom, but I am their crazy aunt. And I will never forget them.