17.1.14

nanny diaries // 1

(coffee: round 1)

(can we go outside yet?)

(coffee: round 2)

(tiny snow-boots just waiting for a little boy to wake up)

(pick up time before the afternoon tornado)

(gulp. gulp. refill. gulp. gulp. repeat)

(birthday cookies for S)

(watching Frozen and drinking hot cocoa)

Sometimes I look at my life and what I do and I wonder; should I actually have a "real" job? Am I really doing something that's impacting others enough to even count? 

Then I stop, and look at the pictures I snap throughout the day; the joyous smiles on little people's faces, and know it's okay. I'm succeeding; not in the sense that I'm the best at what I do or always do it right, but my job is to keep the house clean, feed hungry tummies, and break up the silly fights over who uses the pink pen and gets the purple cup. 

It's hard work pouring into little hearts day in and day out; it's easy to be the nanny who sits on her phone, constantly trying to "distract" the children so she can make "easy" money and tend to her own personal problems; however it is truly, honestly, a daunting task to ensure that 3 little are ready for the day, their tummies are full, their rooms clean...to guarantee that all of the baby's bottles are clean, and he doesn't find that bottle he lost from Monday under the couch before you do. Nannying is a form of mini-motherhood, if you do it right. You're tied to their hearts, their joys become your happiness and their sadness is your grief. I can genuinely say that after I get over the initial frustration of a sibling fight, it is more painful to know that their only thoughts in that moment is to hurt the other; and I want to do my best to teach them how to love the other and encourage a lifelong friendship. 

So, it is then, after these moments, that I know my job is good, and right. I know that I'm made for this; that this is where I am able to bless people the most right now, and for that I am thankful. 

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