This week was one for the books. My beautiful baby sister was induced on Monday, and I had it all planned out: keep my precious, high-energy nephew for one day max.
I thought I had it all under control—what a laugh. Life had other plans, and so did my new nephew, who decided he was far too comfortable in the womb to make an entrance on anyone else's schedule.
Nearly 48 hours passed, and this little guy held my sister hostage—well, her womb, at least. And me? I was along for the ride, and what a ride it was.
One day of babysitting turned into five. Five glorious, exhausting, chaotic days with the most perfect, full-of-energy one-year-old nephew you could imagine.
But let’s be real—if it weren’t for my amazing, mature daughter stepping up and being my MVP, I wouldn’t have survived.
While my mom stayed by my sister’s side at the hospital, I had the unexpected pleasure of spending quality time with my dad.
Let me just say, if you know my dad, you’re probably laughing already. He’s very particular, and the fact that we’re so alike only made the week more entertaining.
We both love peace, quiet, and a clean space, so imagine the comedy of my nephew climbing the stairs, yelling “Pop Pop!” and pulling things off every available surface. I had to laugh because, honestly, there’s something magical about children.
They bring life, love, and pure, unfiltered joy wherever they go. Children are resilient in a way that reminds you of what’s important.
They fall and get back up, make messes and (attempt to) clean them up, pull everything apart and try to put it back together again.
Watching my nephew was exhausting, but it was also a beautiful reminder that life isn’t meant to be so rigid.
This week taught me a lesson I wasn’t expecting, I have no control over so many things in life. And you know what? That’s okay.
I couldn’t control when my nephew would decide to make his grand entrance into the world, nor could I control the five days that took me off track from my plans.
But I could control how I showed up for my sister and gave my nephew the security and comfort he needed while his mama wasn’t there.
Sometimes, life delays your plans for a reason. It’s not a failure; it’s a reminder to slow down, savor the moment, and embrace the unexpected.
The plans will still be there when the delay passes.
So here’s to the delays, the chaos, and the beautiful messes that remind us to let go, laugh, and just be.
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