Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Guns and bottoms

My nephews are sweet as pie when you skype them on their own but together  they egg each other on and it's all bottoms (the 10-yr-old showing  me his and shrieking), and both with toy guns, last night, pretending to shoot me. How many aunties get  bottoms and guns on Skype? I asked. 

Ten aunties! the almost 7-yr-old replied. 

Then: A hundred aunties!

Tee hee hee. 

I love they are so at ease with me I get the bottoms and guns, though the guns are  more disturbing than the bottoms.


Prue said...

Ah, I love you get so much pleasure from your nephews.

I think I actually worship my nephews, a tad unhealthy and a raised eyebrow from my sister as I'm not sure she can view them as divine incarnate, parenting them 24/7

My little angels are getting big now, 19, 16 and 13 and I still get so much joy and pride from them. The relationship changes as they grow older, but it never fails to delight - especially cyberstalking them on facebook.

Thankfully, my family have been very supportive of my M.E over the years, allowing me to enjoy relationships with them all. I feel so sorry for those people with m.E whose families ostracise them, worsening the isolation that comes with this dreaded illness.

nmj said...

Hey Annabel (as Prue!), My nephews give me much joy and I hope we will always be close. I sometimes miss the baby/toddler phase, their wee fluffy heads. Yes, supportive families are essential with this illness - with any longterm illness - but there is sth about this one that makes support especially crucial!

Prue said...

Nmj, I'm sure as you put a lot into your relationship with them, you will always be close - although, as you know, in the teen years, their friends and girlfriends are naturally top of their list :-) But it always make me giggle to look at these large strapping lads whose bottoms I used to wipe. It's also interesting to see them navigate the world as young adults and go through those wonderful experiences of being young and carefree.

The eldest started uni this year. Uni is such a privilege and I remember my student days with fondness, too much time at the bar in my case. They seem to work them hard now. I know your uni was brutally interrupted by bloody M.E, such a cruel time to come down ill when everyone is young and robust.

I know what you mean by it seeming to be extra important to have a supportive family with M.E. Probably, as I'm sure you think too, because the big wide world out there doesn't always acknowledge M.E for the life changing, devastating illness it is. A supportive family is security. I loved how in your book you refered to people as being 'believers' or not, could so relate...

Apologies my name comes up as me mam's, Prue.