If you had an amazing uncle, as a kid, you probably realize by now just how lucky you were. An uncle who takes his role seriously can have an enormous impact on the children in his life. We decided to ask people what the word “uncle” meant to them, growing up. Check out their answers:
Time away from parents! – Aaronica Bell Cole, The Crunchy Mommy
Teasing with love. – Brooke Takhar, Miss Teen USSR
When I was a little kid, my favorite uncle was a professional clown. We would get free tickets to the circus and my mom would tell him where we were sitting and he would weave his way through the audience during the show, with a spotlight on him, and he’d do a special trick just for me and my cousins. He was and is still a pretty darn marvelous person. – Sarah Cottrell, Housewife Plus
As an only child, my uncles were the big brothers I never had, which means they both tortured me (I have one very specific memory of being used as a football) but also did some pretty cool things like building amazing snow forts, creating obstacle courses, and eventually sneaking me beer. – Lynne Getz, Like A Mother
I had a childless great uncle who meant the world to me. He considered all of the kids to be his kids, and would spoil us every week by leaving us each a chocolate bar in our mailbox with the local paper, which he also purchased. He would drop off ice cream bars on hot days, and loved to come and visit our house. He was gruff and rough around the edges and loved us fiercely. – Brandee Foster, One Crazy Kid
I bonded with my uncle over superhero movies. We totally nerded out over Batman. – Lola Marguerita, EIC of Reality Moms
My mother loves to tell the story of the time when I was two and got fussy in a restaurant. My uncle took me outside while everyone else finished eating and paid the check.
When they got outside I was playing in a ditch. Muddy and wet.
My uncle had told me no. I said, “But I want to anyhow!”
So he let me. – Rhiannon Giles, Rhiyaya
My Dad was an only child and my Mom had 4 brothers. I only grew up knowing her youngest brother Brent who lived closest to us. I was the first baby he had ever held in his life. He took a real liking to me from that moment as infant and always looked out for me. He was like a big brother to me and I was clearly his favorite. When I was a little girl he designed a Barbie house out of plywood for me. It was 3 feet tall, had two stories and a built-in staircase. It was built so sturdy that it lasted through several grandchildren including my own daughter. To this day he is still my favorite Uncle and one of my biggest cheerleaders in life. – Tonia L. Clark, Why Not Mom