Meanwhile, Eric’s texts were full of blissful emojis:
“Food is amazing up here. They even gave me a warm towel 😍.”
I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as I wiped up spit-up with a disinfectant-scented napkin. My father-in-law requested a video of the twins, so I recorded Ava pounding on the tray table and Mason gnawing on his stuffed giraffe, sending it without a word. Eric replied with a single thumbs-up.
When we finally landed, Eric sauntered out like he had just returned from a spa retreat, while I navigated three bags and two overtired toddlers. His father’s reaction, however, was telling. A warm hug for me, a stern look for Eric. That night, Eric got a talking-to that he wouldn’t forget.
Karma, though, had more in store. At a waterfront dinner a few nights later, my father-in-law made sure the lesson continued: when it was Eric’s turn to order, he was handed a glass of milk—with a pointed comment about handling adulthood. Eric turned crimson as laughter rippled around the table.
The ultimate reminder came at the airport on our way home. Eric’s boarding pass indicated yet another business class upgrade—but this time, the note attached made it clear it was one-way, and the explanation was for him to give to his wife. It was signed by his father.
Meanwhile, I wrangled both kids with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Karma hadn’t just boarded the plane—it had upgraded itself to first class.
Sometimes life has a funny way of balancing the scales. Have you ever witnessed a moment where karma delivered a well-timed lesson? Share your stories in the comments below—we’d love to hear from you!