Nick about 2 years old looking very dapper!
In 1979, I had moved to Chicago to work at one of the world’s largest ad agencies, and I loved my work, my friends, my life there immensely. While I traveled back to Kansas City for holidays, more often than not, I urged my family to come visit me as Chicago had so much to offer.
But something very profound happened to me in the latter part of 1983. On November 1, 1983 I became an Aunt for the first time. Unfortunately, I was not there when Nicholas Michael arrived in this world. I had to hear about the news on the phone from my Mom, and I was so disappointed that I couldn’t be there to share in my Mother’s joy about being a grandmother for the first time, or my brother’s and sister-in-law’s elation at becoming parents.
I held my first nephew for the first time over the Thanksgiving holiday when he was one month old. I came home loaded with presents from Marshall Field’s – blankets, little outfits, cute bibs, stuffed animals and more. I brought a whole second suitcase just to carry everything. He was absolutely, totally adorable. He had big blue eyes that melted your heart and was a wonderful baby in every way.
Once Nick arrived, I started coming back to Kansas City more often, about every six weeks. I would hear about how he was growing, talking, walking and missing it all, so I would come home as often as I could. And with Nick’s arrival, I found out about the pure pleasure and fun in shopping as an Aunt.
The Harrod's Bear
I had gone to London in October of 1984 for business, and shopped at Harrod’s in Knightsbridge buying him a baby blue cotton romper with a matching hat and other cute things and toys for his first birthday. I also visited Selfridges on Oxford Street and picked up a pair of grey plaid knickers with a matching sweater at a children’s boutique on Piccadilly Street.
For his second birthday, again at Marshall Field’s, I bought him a camel’s wool double-breasted coat, with the collar, pocket flaps and buttons in brown leather. It had a matching cap, with the bill in brown leather, and came with leggings made of brown leather as well.
I don’t know if I started my Aunt shopping frenzy just because that’s what aunts are supposed to do (?) or because I felt guilty, jealous or something else for not being around him as much as my Mom and sister. I guess I worried that Nick wouldn’t get to know me.
Many of my friends at the time (also single working women not remotely concerned about getting married or having kids, after all, this was the 80’s) were Aunts and saw their nieces and nephews often because they lived in the same town. Gone was the old cliché of aunts as old maids – the new aunt was hip, had a good salary to afford spoiling, and would take her “weekend kids” anywhere. They were fun to be around and good company.
Nick about 14, always looking good!
Being an aunt is all about giving – not just your credit card, but giving your time, your wisdom, your love. Aunting is also a special honor and privilege in terms of receiving. They love you not because your family or the gifts that you do spoil them with because you can, but because of that special bond that they have with you.
So one of the happiest days of being an Aunt out of the hundreds and hundreds that I’ve had, was the day I was home for another holiday. I walked into my brother’s house and Nick (a little over 2 years old) comes running out of his room into my arms yelling “Chicago, Chicago! My Chicago is home!”
He did know me! He just didn’t know my right name. He thought my name was Chicago! The family deduced that he called me that because when people would talk about me when I wasn’t around it would be with Chicago attached to it. Thus my name to Nick for a year or two was Chicago. It was fine with me.
Katie, my Mom and Nick in front of the Chicago Art Institute
Nick grew up to be a great dresser, with an eye for classic clothing from fine department stores – dress shirts from Brooks Brothers, suits from Halls. He always look impeccably neat and pulled together. I’d like to think I had a bit to do with it from those first outfits from Marshall Fields and Harrod’s.
A couple of years ago Nick, Katie, my Mom and I went to Chicago for the weekend to go Christmas shopping. We had the best time. We didn’t just shop – we went to the top of the 95th of the Hancock Building, to the Chicago Art Institute, had Chicago pizza at Uno’s, martinis (by that time they were 22 and 21) at the Grand Lux Cafe and brunch at the Ritz-Carlton. And we went to Marshall Fields.
I came full circle as an Aunt with Nick on our trip to Chicago. Beyond being able to have the means and the desire to shop for them, Nick taught me over the years how much fun it was to just be with them, to love them, especially the day he yelled “Chicago, Chicago, my Chicago is home.”
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