I got thinking about this earlier today, while sitting in a restaurant with my parents and three little kids (nieces and a nephew, not kidnap victims I was looking to sell to slavers), cutting up someone’s sausage for them…
How in the Hell did this happen?
I mean, I know what I’m like. I probably strike those blessed to meet me as the last person who should be allowed around the impressionable (children, parrots who learn words, Shaun Guthrie). I spend most of my time either sarcastically mocking everything I can think of or ragefully expressing my utter hatred for it. I curse like it’s a sport. I frequently make incredibly inappropriate comments that even most adults wish they had never heard. I’m not exactly what comes to mind when one thinks of people who would enjoy being around kids.
And yet, at some point it happened.
Now, Uncledom is not something you get to choose…it’s kind of forced upon you when your siblings start having children. I remember driving to the hospital to meet my oldest niece Natalie for the first time and being absolutely petrified. What the fuck do you do? How do you do anything with something that damn small? Does this kid ever wake up? It really just lies there and cries from time to time…seriously? Can you get a refund or something?
It took something like three weeks before Nats even opened her eyes once in my presence, so she wasn’t exactly a thrill a minute. But that changes. Kids started doing more stuff, and you can start actually playing with them. I believe this is a key part of the transition to happy Uncle : the moment of realization that these kids have toys and you want to play with them, too.
And now there are 4 of them.
The best part about the job? People only really expect you to be around for the fun stuff! Oh, you get called on to play with them and take them to the park* and read stories because you can make funny voices. NOBODY expects you to change diapers, explain anything complicated or dole out punishment for things.
*This is a terrifying experience the first time, as visions of shattered children lying in pain on the ground while everyone points blame and scorn at you fill your head. Then you take more than one kid for the first time…AND THEY GO IN SEPARATE DIRECTIONS. Never had a panic attack before? You will…oh yes, you will…
What happens if a parent just feeds a kid nothing but sugar all day? They’re looked upon as being horrible failures at raising children, and possibly get them taken away by the government. If the Uncle does it? An eye roll and a smile and some comment like “Oh, Uncle Cliff…” before you’re sent off to run off some of the energy that that now vibrating sugar demon of a kid has. It’s awesome!
What’s interesting is the whole dynamic changing as they get older. Recently, I engaged in an epic war against Natalie in Wii Sports. One of my other flaws? I’m competitive…really competitive. I’m also a gaming nut. I suddenly became aware part way through a match of Table Tennis that I was trash talking my 7 year old niece.
And she was firing right back.
So yeah, I taught her that I guess (unless her parents are reading this, in which case : Those damn kids at school, eh? Horrible influences!). This is something that would have NEVER happened even a year ago, yet here I was dropping a “Oooooh…nice serve. What are ya, dead?” on her now. Again though, this falls under that cool law about ‘Special Uncle Rules’, where the same expectations don’t seem to apply (and if anyone ever changes those rules, I will fucking kill you with the nearest gardening implement).
Now, does this mean I’ll inevitably teach them bad words? Actually, (and this might blow some minds) I have never one time said so much as ‘Hell’ around them. Then again, I also DID make a comment about someone being a total prostitute, so I’m not exactly class personified. And yes, I was a bit disappointed when none of them started using prostitute in regular conversation. Still, it really will be those damn kids at school who teach them 4 letter epithets. And if nothing has changed, one will make the ridiculous claim that he ‘has permission to swear’.
So anyway, here I am today, cutting up food, driving with kids in the car*, trying to follow the constantly changing rules of any game one finds themselves playing with kids…and digging it.
*Thanks to Pam and Pete for not raising their kids on exclusively shitty kids music. It sucks ass, and I would never survive. The ability to listen to something halfway decent, and not some collection of overly joyful ‘entertainers’ dropping awful rhymes about Ker-Plop the Dragon and his Magical Hat or anything of that nature keeps me from snapping and running over random pedestrians.
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