My Tribute To My Aunt And Uncle

After thoroughly going over the details of my childhood with me, my psychiatrist asked me where I had taken the model for my own family. I had to answer that it was from spending summers with Aunt L and Uncle A.

When I was ten and my sister nine, my parents seperated. My mother had no one to care for us that summer as my father's mother had left our home. So she called her family in St. Hyacinthe. No one could take the both of us, but two of her brothers agreed to take us in. The two brothers had married two sisters and lived across the street from each other. This arrangement suited my mother as she knew that this way my sister and I would see each other every day. My mother had advised my aunt and uncle that I was a very difficult child, but despite this, and having two daughters of their own, they welcomed me.

The first weeks were not easy, for me or for them. I was sullen, sad, and I didn't trust them(****** kills a child's trust in adults). But as the days went by, my aunt let my child's imagination soar. She would initiate games of dress up with my cousins and encourage me to participate. She let me wear her wedding gown during these games. She laughed at the name I had given myself when playing the lady. I was Mme. Urina Pompadour. Pretty soon it became my mission, to make my aunt laugh. That was very powerful for a child who felt so utterly powerless.

Every afternoon after the lunch dishes were done my aunt would take out a big canister from her pantry. Then she would call my cousins and I to come and choose one candy each. I had never seen that much candy in a house before and it would take me forever to choose. And the food, so much of it, so good, I could even have seconds. My aunt made everything from scratch, and once a week we would go to the farmer's market for fresh produce.

My aunt and uncle treated me as one of their daughters. I was never made to feel that they cared less for me than my cousins, and they were so generous in their love and caring for their daughters that my cousins never showed any jealousy towards me. They treated me very much like an older sister. I spent five wonderful summers with them, they gave me my most precious childhood memories.

My aunt and uncle took in a very hurt little girl. Their unconditional love helped me come out of my shell. Most importantly, they provided with a blueprint of a happy, loving family where the children were cherished and encouraged to be children.

This is a funny anecdote about my uncle-When I got married at 18 I asked him to walk me down the aisle and give me away. He proudly accepted and after the wedding my aunt confided to me that he boasted to everyone who would listen that he was giving his daughter away in marriage. Their oldest daughter was 12 at the time, so none of his friends could understand what he was talking about.

jojewel jojewel
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12 Responses Mar 2, 2010

Thank you very much, randomjack!

Victor,<br />
Thank you, you are a sweetheart. I'll try.<br />

Jo,<br />
You are a very good writer. I love to read your stories. Please write more.<br />

Thank you for reading my story, Mizzen.

Uplifting. Thank you.<br />
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Thank you, AT! My bag was packed at least a week before the end of the school year, and had it not been for my other childhood experiences, I might have not appreciated what my aunt and uncle did for me as much. I was sent there with no spending money and they were not wealthy enough to be able to buy me material things. All they had was their love, warmth, and acceptance, and they were never stingy with those.<br />
Thank you, LadyA! Yes, it does really happen, and it is truly a balm for the wounded spirit. The funny thing about it though is that despite knowing that they loved me and I loved them, I had never thought about how deeply they had influenced my life until my psychiatrist asked that question.

I can imagine how you waited for summer to come. I wish I had something similar, although I don't necessarily envy your other memories.<br />
My first reaction was "what a nice photo". But let me say what I really thought. It is _you_ who looks good in that photo, next to the loving, proud uncle.

Thank you, Frito! I was the fortunate one, they welcomed me every summer for five years.

Wow....this is a GREAT story Jo....I am so happy for you that you spent your summers with these wonderful people. And they were so fortunate to have you. This is so inspiring. Folks may not realize the power of their love to heal...this story proves it. I am deeply touched by this story and love the photo!

Thank you, Lilt! They were very special people and sometimes I shudder to think what would I have done if I had not had their influence in my life.

Another wonderfully inspirational story, Jo. <br />
The experience group you chose is very appropriate.<br />
I like to think, and hope, that for every person who is out there hurting someone,<br />
there are 100 more waiting with open arms and love. I'm so glad you got the love you deserve.

Thank you, Destry! He was so very proud to be walking me down the aisle. I think it shows in that picture.