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Friday, January 23, 2015

Preparation for LIFE!

     Why do I nanny? I make hardly anything, it's exhausting, the hours kinda suck... So what keeps me coming everyday? Surely it's not the children who cry and scream and fight naps and lunch and being told no all the time. Do I stay only because it's next door? Do I stay because it works perfect around my school schedule? Partly... All of those things contribute. But when I just want to cry all day because the kids drive me crazy, why do I stay?
     Is this job a  foreshadowing of how I'll parent? Always frustrated with my kids telling them to go play themselves because mommy is too tired to care for them? Or will things change when I have kids? Will they be the joy of my life? Will I want to cater to their every need and will I give in to their cute faces?
     Currently, with the way I nanny I would be an aweful mother. I get irritated and frustrated. I try hard to not to yell, but I want to!
     Am I horrible at nannying because I make the kids take naps and eat lunch? I tell them no, and I am firm... When I get overwhelmed I cry! EXHAUSTION! This job, takes a lot out of you!
     So again, why do I stay here? I could make a lot more money somewhere else.
     But what would I miss? The laughter, the crying and making it better, the naps, the sleeping child, the games, the fun, the jokes, the silly words.. The moments when they figure something out for the first time! When it clicks! The lightbulb turns on!
     So I stay, not because of the money- cause lets be honest there really isn't much- or the hours, although their great for me, but because I get to teach these children life lessons. I get to see their eyes light up, when they figure something out or talk about what they love! I get to be there for them as a friend. But most importantly I'm preparing myself for the most difficult, trying, and wonderfully amazing jobs anyone could ask for... MOM.