Yesterday, this little boy kept surprising me. We had a pipe burst under the kitchen sink as we were prepping dinner and I was trying to prep for a live Zoom with my oily team. It was a tad chaotic. He kept asking what he could do to help (with anything) after he set the table for dinner and fed the dogs - without being asked - mind blown. Then during dinner he proceeded to tell me why I'm his favorite aunt (sorry Chelsea 😂). His list was so sweet: the food I make, pack his lunches, the notes I put in his lunches, kind, funny, pretty, and talented. When asked about my talents, he said you know like you walk and run around and do a bunch of stuff ALL the time. this kid kills me.
Being a caregiver is something I didn't think would ever be on my resume. Parenting is hard. You feel like you're a failure and doing something wrong constantly. You wonder if you make the right decisions, say the right things, and are guiding them to be the best version of themselves. You get frustrated, angry, sad, overwhelmed... you feel unappreciated and unnoticed.
Then there are these little glimpses that remind you that everything you're doing, the sacrifices you're making, all the worry, confusion, and stress... they're all worth it. Seeing how happy he is with his bright, beaming smile, his laughter as he tries to fart on me, and seeing how much he is growing is all so encouraging.
Jack has always been very special to me, he is my first nephew, and the little guy that turned me into an auntie. I'm so grateful Nick and I have this opportunity to have a hand in his upbringing and to watch him grow and flourish daily. We truly are #blessed.