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Calling All Aunts: You Change Lives!!!

Happy Mother's Day to all of the Aunts out there!  

What would the world be like without our Aunts.  Aunts are like another mother but ones you actually think are smart & cool when you are young. 

The boys' Aunts are some of the most influential and important people in their lives.  They have a bunch!  Bunches!  The boys' Aunts love and adore my boys and their unconditional love and encouragement means the world to them and to me!  

How can I ever thank them for the influence they have in the lives of my boys?

God knew that we needed lots and lots of different people with different strengths and interest to provide the "community" and the team for each of us.  

Knowing that we have this system out there to catch us if we fall and to celebrate with us when we succeed gives a boldness to take those risks.

Mentors, Tutors, Friends, Teachers- Life Changers!

Some of us are blessed to have many Aunts related to us but do we recognize those Aunt figures in our lives no matter who they come from.

Barb-at church for example- has never had a child and yet has been an Aunt figure for countless children throughout her years of serving kids.  She used to teach the little ones.  She remembers Christmas, Valentine's Day and Easter and Birthdays for all of the kids in our church.  More importantly she prays.  Daily.  For every child she has ever known.

My Aunts were important in my life.  I want to honor their influence on my life.  Some when I was little and others when I was older.  

Some Aunts had profound impact and have all influenced and am part of who I am today!

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