Soy mijo, otra vez

My mom's aunt is staying with us before she moves to Hawaii to be with her son (lucky). So for the past few days, and for the next day and a half, I am, and will be, "mijo" once again. Oh I've been called a lot of things by a lot of people, but the affectionate nickname is reminiscent of early childhood and I'm realizing I was this close to actually being able to speak Spanish (if only I'd listened in on the kitchen talk between my aunts and grandma). As I drive her around town, running errands before her big move, I feel a little odd standing next to a 4-foot-9 woman holding a cane, laughing and swearing the day away. No, odd is the wrong word. Cool? I haven't felt cool in a while. It may be that.