I was fairly old when I realized it was rude to have favorites. I’d never thought about it before, because my favorites were always so obvious. I preferred my mom to my dad, chocolate to vanilla, sunshine to snow. When it came to aunts, I couldn’t imagine anyone taking the favorite’s place from Aunt Regina. My siblings and I had a working mother and Aunt Gina was the perfect baby sitter. She was divorced and her kids were grown and out of the house. She lived 15 minutes away, while the next closest aunt was several states over. Besides being available, Aunt Gina was the queen of having a good time. If she were an ice cream cone, she would be dipped in chocolate and covered with every topping imaginable. I can’t think of Aunt Gina without several things coming to mind; the first being donuts.
Every Saturday morning at 9 am, Aunt Gina would show up at our house with two boxes of donuts and two gallons of milk. If she didn’t it was because she would pick one lucky kid to go with her in her sporty black convertible to Donut Land to choose every donut himself. It didn’t matter who she brought with her, she never once forgot anyone’s donut preference. Mom would make sure we all drank enough milk to make up for the unhealthy breakfast; eating her Bavarian cream filled pastry in fake disapproval. To this day, I drink more milk than anyone in my family, and have an undying love of donuts. After she was sure every child had a sticky smile to match sticky fingers, Aunt Gina would leave to do whatever else she did, perhaps thinking of our next fun adventure.
Another of Aunt Gina’s specialties was the YMCA. The huge blue waterslide wasn’t as terrifying if she was at the bottom to catch me. Even though we went to the YMCA pool regularly, she would always forget about the dumping buckets. Every single time we would say, “Hey Aunt Gina, come sit over here!” She’d get a bucket of water on her head, a look of shock on her face, and several giggling tricksters.
Occasionally our days would end in a sleepover. Sleepovers at Aunt Gina’s were usually spontaneous, and even when they weren’t we would always forget our pajamas, because if you forget your pajamas, you get to wear one of her big t-shirts to bed. Mom didn’t like that Aunt Gina would let us watch movies like Tremors and Jurassic Park, but it didn’t bother us. Nothing was scary with Aunt Gina when you’re hugging the new Ty stuffed animals she gave to the first kid in his jammies, and the second fastest, and a stuffed animal for every one of us with pajamas on.
Aunt Regina gave fabulous presents, took us to parks and made yummy treats, but that wasn’t what made her wonderful. She didn’t just do a day of fun and send me home, she gave me a childhood of memories. I’ve grown up and moved away now, and don’t see her often, but I’ll never forget the adventures she created and the lives she touched, simply by loving life and bringing me along for the ride.