Well, a gangsta’ of love has just spent Wednesday- Sunday visiting me. My 4 yr old nephew came along with my mamma and it’s been 4 whole days filled with noise, fun, the weirdest questions and activities suitable for kids and aunties. My head is buzzing and heart is throbbing waving my mum and little G off. But this time it is different. In a week I will be living in Malmö and instead of 5 hrs on the train it will be a breeze meeting up. It won’t be months between play dates.
So many firsts for G! Cherry blossoms in Kungsan. Travelling on the tube. Climbing a mountain while waiting on the bus (repeated daily). Seeing big ass big (his favourite adverb of the week) screen on Stureplan where his favourite TV-character appears.
No Stockholm visit is complete for a little one if not visiting Junibacken and the magic of fairy tale. Pancakes, Pippi, Moomin and balloons left us buzzing. Before bedtime we had long chats about dragons and Little My. But the best part was the gift shop where we found baby panda who is now part of G’s tribe. And the pirate tattoos – both for G and me.
On Saturday K joined us for a day out on Skansen. We enjoyed bears (according to G, bears are like horses but with shorter tails and boring.), wolves, crocodiles, snakes, Nemo fish, Dory fish, shit loads of King Julians. I was a brave auntie and I stroke a python and a big hairy spider in the zoo (in the dedicated area where one can do those things, not randomly stroking the zoo animals). I did impress G for about 3 seconds and then we came out in the gift shop and somehow he finds rubber dinosaurs and stuffed monkeys much more interesting.
I am now wrapping up this Sunday evening and feeling the bliss of my own quiet space (not being that used to kids) but also the bliss of family. I have no children of my own and turning 40 this year my potential chances are running out for certain. Me and K are aware of the fact that there might not be children between the two of us. To be honest I never “craved” that. I am blessed with nieces and nephews and friends’ children. I love being the auntie. When my brother said on the phone sarcastically if I was spoiling G too much I said “Of course I am! He likes being spoiled!”. As an auntie I have the prerogative to spoil, love bomb and stretch the rules with the little ones. Just now and again and again and again and again….
Can there ever be too much love?
Tada for now!
Ulrika/ who is one week away from the move! Things are packed. Cupboards are polished. Bring it on!