Doing things right

The strangest thing happened on Saturday. Out shopping for a mother-of-the-bride outfit for our neighbour, we stopped for lunch and conversation took an unusual turn. The neighbour asked my aunt about her will and what she has determined for her girls (20 and 7). We're no stranger to macabre conversations in my family, but my aunt said that if something should happen to her (and it won't but we thought the same about my uncle, her husband.....and look what happened there), that she is going to place me as a potential guardian for Baby K. I had heard mumblings of this from the older cousin, but to have it confirmed over lunch and wine? Bizarre. I wouldn't be sole guardian, but should a decision about her future need to be made in such a situation, my other aunt and I would make the decision together.

Wow.

To tell the truth, I'm honoured that she would think that highly of me to potentially be responsible for raising her baby. She explained further that such responsibility is because I have such a strong bond with Baby K, I'm in her life and because I'm mature enough to be able to make decisions that are best for her. And it's true. Should the worse happen, I would give up everything in order to make sure that Baby K is ok. My aunt said that she didn't want this potential responsibility to change my plans, and I agreed it wouldn't (mainly because it won't, it can't happen), but if it did - I would. My plans (med school etc) could stand to be on hold. I wouldn't even give it a second thought before Baby K.

But even through this, I know that I won't have to. My aunt will hold on for dear life for Baby K. The honour? Leaves a lovely warm fuzzy feeling. I am seen as mature enough to be a guardian of someone else's kid - not for an hour or a week - but for a freaking lifetime.

I must be doing something right.