My eyes glare down at the hard floor. My palms are sweating. My family is with me, all with hope in their eyes. Their hope is fixated on the door, unmoved for two hours. And when the tense silence could not grow anymore, the door opens. My brother is standing with tears in his eyes at the doorway.
"His name is Marc , but his friends will call him Lil Marc," he enthusiastically exclaims to us. I feel the weight of his words on my shoulders. But I do not consider this weight to be a burden. Instead, it heightens my spirits for the present and for the future.
It is work, being an uncle, babysitting at unusual times of the day each week, trying to keep the baby interested and content. Why is he crying? Is he hungry? It is especially hard for me because I have never experienced a baby before. How do you learn to take care of a baby? Is something hurting him? Is it napping time? I watch Lil Marc parents handle him gently; I try to imitate them.
Lil Marc has changed my world tremendously. I now have a new-found respect for life. Material objects hold less value since he was introduced into my life. Others have jewelry, clothes, cars... I have a baby nephew.
My brother displays Lil Marc with more pride than anything I have ever seen. I feel proud as well, not only for my brother and sister-in-law, but for myself. I am proud to have a brother who is, and will be a great father. I am proud of my family, for being so closely knit and giving constant support to my brother and his new family. I am proud of my little nephew, for the small skills he has already mastered, for reaching for me, for reacting to the silly faces I make at him, for waving goodbye to me, for always having the biggest smile and showing so much promise for the future.