Friday, October 28, 2011
Blogger’s Quilt Festival: Anna’s Gift
When I was a kid, I had lots of aunts and uncles. The coolest aunt, naturally, was the youngest and childless one. It’s unfair but true: the one who doesn’t have her own kids has more time and attention to lavish on everyone else’s. I had a time as the Cool Aunt but ceded the title to my younger sister when I had offspring of my own; it’s a privileged position and a very special relationship unlike any other I’ve known.
Anyhow, Cool Aunt had two children of her own in due course; a girl and a boy. They were both neat kids and fun cousins for us. She shepherded her kids all the way into adulthood, then tragically lost her girlchild to asthma. The pain of losing her adult child was too much for my aunt: she lost her smile.
Her boychild continued to grow into his own adulthood; a few years after his sister died, my cousin got married. My aunt was thrilled, of course, but her overwhelming sadness remained. A couple of years later, along came Anna. Ordinary, delightful, sunny Anna. Cool Aunt’s first grandchild has been her saving grace, the one who pulled her up from the depths and brought back her ability to fully enjoy her days instead of trudging through them.