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Baby steps, that's how you grow up.

I love cake, and it's never going to be a secret ( hopefully not an addiction too). Having said that, you should probably also know that what you're about to read was inspired by my thoughts of cake :) my favourite kind of cake; Birthday cake! So here goes the prelude to my cake-inspired blogpost.

My niece had her birthday a few days ago, and like most birthdays, cake is a requirement. One more important fact; I love my nieces and nephews to bits. Those adorable angels who most people often assume to be my children thanks to most of my social media updates. Sometimes I  proudly go with the assumptions people make and take on the role of  a " young mother". Back to my story; so here I was, going through birthday photos, cherishing all the sweet memories of being an aunt, when my eyes settled on one photo that truly captured the moment. A picture taken of my niece eyeing the cake like it was the last morsel of food on the planet! As silly as it sounds, that will probably go down as one of her aunt's proudest moments. A moment captured on camera, all that was missing from that photo was the caption "Cake; it runs in the family" It's at that moment, I realized how old I was getting! Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to sound disrespectful to the ageing process, but that's life. People get older, and thanks to the cake photo, I had a few things to learn about this beautiful life. Be warned, the next paragraph is full-on emotional, aunty-mode in full gear!

I stared at my niece, heart flooded with emotions and love for this adorable little one, thinking to myself :

`The older she gets, the older I get. I saw her tiny feet, and tiny hands when she could barely do anything for herself. Now look at this tiny human, practically doing everything for herself, yet under adult supervision. Already in school, learning new things and with a few  years down the line, she'll probably know more than me! She will soon start making decisions for herself, and will live with whatever consequences they bring. She already picks out her clothes, and just like clothes, she will pick out the people she wants to walk with in life. She will make the right choices and the wrongs ones too. She will have dreams, discover talents and passions, she will slowly learn who she is, with each passing day. She will grow up, she's growing up. It's like watching one of God's miracles unfold right before your eyes. She's taking her baby steps, and so am I. Each day, getting older, but what's age without growth? Growth in being someone that gets better every day. Discovering new things, learning, letting go, holding on, falling down, getting back up; just like a baby and their baby steps.

 PS: I aspire to be the crazy aunt! 



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