I arrive ready to take over.
It's what I do.
A baby is born... and I am ready and willing.
It happened a lot when I was a teenager.
I was known as the resident babysitter for most of the families in my church.
When events occurred, it was a race to see who could book me first.
I especially liked it when there was a new baby in the house.
There is just something about it...
When mine were young, I didn't get to enjoy it in the same way.
Something about being so exhausted that you can't remember what day it is kinda takes away from the magic of it.
But here I am... back to the place that I once knew so well.
A place where after a baby is born... I am there... ready and willing to take over.
I walk through the door, scoop my niece up, hang her upside down and give her kisses.
Then I set my sights on my nephew.
My SIL hands him over.
She understands my love for babies and is gracious enough to indulge me.
Then I send my brother and his wife to bed.
I tell them I have it covered.
I tell them I will get Gracie to bed and get up with her if needed.
At 5:30 a.m., Jackson is up.
After he is fed, my SIL pleadingly looks my way.
"Go. Go. I've got this covered." I smile.
"Thank you." she mouths.
I am in my comfort zone.
Shortly thereafter, Gracie is up.
We play dress up while Jackson swings.
At 10:45 a.m., my brother and his beautiful wife stumble into the living room. They look like they might actually be able to take on the day without a fog hanging over them.
It is time for me to go...I have done what I came to do.