I met my 6-week-old nephew for the first time inside a silver Honda SUV parked in front of a weed shop.
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I had been yearning to hold my newest nephew. I asked my sister-in-law, the lovely woman married to my youngest brother, to bring their baby to an airport in Houston where I had planned a two-hour layover. I knew she was on maternity leave and that they lived nearby.
I’ve thought a lot about the relationships between uncles and aunts with their nieces and nephews, probably because I’ve lucked out on both sides of that equation. This feels like the most uncomplicated family relationship. It’s so easy to love the children of our siblings: There’s a shared emotional bond without any of the baggage from having grown up competing for parental attention or household resources.
My brother is the youngest of six siblings, and I am the eldest -- we are separated by 16 years. When he was born, my parents had just opened a small business about 60 miles away from our home. During the summers, I was in charge of my five younger siblings, including the baby, from the early morning hours until my parents returned late at night.
My brother was born with complicated medical issues, and I understood the gravity of taking care of his needs. He became my primary responsibility when many of my peers were interested in partying and scoring joints. I didn’t resent it for a minute, though. Some people are baby people, and I knew from a young age that I was one of them.
He was a sweet and captivating baby. I have no memories of him crying or whining. Once, I carefully placed him on my bookshelf next to the stuffed animals and dolls and took a picture. He was indistinguishable from the toys surrounding him.
My own children are now young adults in college. Their babyhood seems like a magical blur. Given their generation's tendency to delay getting married and having children, becoming a grandparent seems like a far-off, hazy dream, still out of focus.
But one of the benefits of having so many younger siblings is a boatload of nieces and nephews.
It may seem silly that I inconvenienced my sister-in-law with my airport request since I would have met the baby a few weeks later, anyway, when we descended on my hometown for the holidays. But I think she knew how deeply I missed being there when he was born. I had met several of my other nieces and nephews very soon after their births, but this time, prior commitments prevented me from visiting sooner.
So when an opportunity arose in mid-November, I switched a direct, two-hour flight from another city to a six-hour connecting flight so I could stop in Houston and meet him. (I asked my sister-in-law before changing the flight.)
My baby cravings were that strong.
My sister-in-law happily obliged and picked me up from the airport. We drove to the nearest strip mall, since we didn’t have time to go anywhere else before I had to board my next plane. I put on a mask and doused my hands with Purell. She lifted the baby out of his car seat and placed him in my outstretched arms.
When I held him, I became a teenager again, holding my infant brother.
My brother was born with an immature epiglottis, which prevented him from breathing or swallowing on his own. He stayed in the hospital for a month. He had a tracheostomy, which allowed him to breathe, and came home with a g-tube that delivered formula directly to his stomach. Doctors predicted he would never breathe, eat or live on his own.
He grew up to become a doctor. He married another doctor. And now, the fragile baby of my childhood has his own robust child. One day, I will tell this child about his dad’s miraculous recovery.
When I cradled my nephew in my arms, I saw my youngest brother’s big brown eyes and "wizened old man" expressions. I held him in the backseat, feeding him a bottle of pumped breast milk, while patrons of the pot shop staggered in and out.
I took a deep inhale of his sweet baby smell.
All too soon, it was time to buckle him back into the car seat. The next time I see him, he will be 3 months old.
I caught a fleeting moment of his infancy in a surreal encounter.
It reminded me of the babies I have nurtured and loved, and of the immense beauty they bring into this broken world.