3 Ways Becoming An Aunt Changed Everything I Thought About Love

Until I met my nephew, I had no idea how much love I had to give.

By Jenna Birch — Last updated on Nov 16, 2023

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Growing up, I felt cheated. I wanted a baby in my world.

It could've been anybody's baby: my parents, my aunt's, the little sister of a friend at school. I just wanted to know one.

I'd smile at infants in church as they peered around curiously to take in their surroundings, or I'd scamper by the children's clothing section at Target wishing for a reason to grab one of those miniature outfits. At night I secretly prayed my parents would have another kid. Just one more, I'd beg, staring up at my ceiling.

I thought babies were the cutest creatures in the universe and oh-so fun to have around. But no matter how much I wished for one to arrive, the odds weren't hopeful.

I was the youngest member of a very small family, extended relatives included. I lived in a neighborhood largely absent of cooing infants and adorable toddlers. Most of my friends were the youngest in their homes, too. Even when I was 12 and my cousin Ryan (one of my only two cousins) finally had sons, I rarely saw them thanks to their geographical status.

I felt ripped off, but I didn't give up. Babies had to be in my future. I'd grown up in an evangelical Christian household in the Midwest, and babies were just part of the traditional order of things: meet a man, get married, have babies, and repeat with the next generation. And I wanted that. I really, really did.

But then, over time, something shifted. I got older. Life started to unroll in front of me. Real life, not just those blissful early years that look like a blur of wishing on stars, popsicles, soccer practice, and incessantly long school days. I went to college, I started a career — I grew up.

My friends and I vented over how overwhelming adulthood was, and how hard it was to find decent men to date — not to mention I had a lot of personal journeying to do before I found my future husband. As I thought about romantic love, I had to wonder if a good partner actually existed for me. Where was he?

I fantasized about marriage, a wedding and that incredible husband, but with all the pressures and stressors life piled onto my shoulders, babies had fallen off my wish list. I just didn't feel that longing anymore.

The maternal instincts that I'd once been convinced were programmed in me — somewhere between womanly intuition and romantic attraction — had somehow dissolved. I couldn't picture myself rocking a newborn in the early morning hours or changing innumerable dirty diapers.

Maybe sleepless nights, dark circles painted under my eyes, disheveled hair and spit-up stains weren't for me after all. I mean, that was the essence of motherhood, right? Taking care of myself was challenging enough; I couldn't imagine feeling responsible for another person's survival.

Maybe I'd lost something over the years. Or maybe, as much as the notion hurt me, I just didn't have it in me. But then, it happened. I hadn't just imagined those early instincts.

In November 2010, my nephew was born.

I remember the trip to visit him in the hospital, his first day on this earth. The hallway to that hospital room was long and dim, and I grew tentative as I approached, hearing a rush of activity and visitors inside. When I entered, suddenly all eyes were on me.

"Do you want to hold him?" my brother asked. And the next thing I remember is observing this tiny, perfect little human who was resting in my arms. He didn't cry. He never opened his eyes. He just slept soundly near my heart, his little body rising and falling with every breath.

As I looked at him, I knew that this baby was going to change my life.

Here are 3 ways becoming an aunt changed everything I thought about love:

1. I realized that loving a baby is a natural skill

I congratulated the parents on their beautiful child, and I left the hospital a couple hours later understanding why so many women became mothers. It's a gift. And since that November I've discovered that being an aunt is one, too. In the months since my nephew was born, we've grown uniquely close. I'm lucky to live within driving distance so, for the first time, I have a child in my world.

I've often mused that while his mom and grandma are his caretakers, I'm more like his buddy. We play with toys and wander the house together trying to walk, step by step. I tote him on my hip and show him the garden, the falling leaves, the chimes by the front door, the sun setting. His personality develops little by little, everyday, and my perspective on life — and my understanding of my role in the universe — evolves right along with it.

2. I have a different perspective on the future

That's the great thing about being an aunt, especially if you're lucky enough to experience it before you become a mother. It's a taste of what's ahead.

I see life as a step-by-step process and, like babies taking their first steps, we all progress at different paces. But it's important to think ahead, to anticipate the later steps while you're still mid-stride on the present one.

3. I know what my priorities are as I search for romantic love

Mr. Right must have the qualities of a good father — sensitivity, commitment, flexibility, selflessness, strength, and quiet confidence. He needs to be the head of the household and a caring dad because that's the other thing about being an aunt: Although I'm a buddy most of the time, I'm also a caretaker when my nephew needs me.