It just took me waaayyyy too long to catch up on over 300 blogs I haven't read since I went on vacation. I didn't even really read them. And it took me a week and a half to recover from a week long vacation. Phew! Glad I'm back on track!
I found out when I came back that my girls and their parents are moving...to Rhode Island! It's all very strange the way things are transitioning and working out for me and for their family. It just makes me believe that all of it was truly meant to be. Do you ever retrace the steps of your life in your head? I've been doing that a lot lately. I didn't know how much Zoe would change my life. When I moved here she was "just another job," but she has, and continues to lead my life in directions I had no intention of going. Above all she has taught me patience which is something I have never felt very good at. I love her for it. Without her I wouldn't be continuing on to the job that I will start in August, where I'll be working with children with autism in a therapeutic preschool. I have so much to thank that little four-year-old for.
I think that the hardest part in leaving them is knowing that one day they won't even remember who I am. Is that conceited? That she won't remember that when I ask her what her favorite part of the day is she says, "When we snuggle." Or that I taught her the words to an Adele song that we would sing really loudly in the car together. Or when I put her down for naps and she sings me "I love you, a bushel and a peck..." Or the way that we kiss our pointer fingers and put them together and say "kiss!" And so many more...
I know that I am only their nanny, and that important people will come and go in their lives forever and ever and I won't be but a two year blip on the maps of their lives, but if there was something that I could give to Zoe and Stella it would be to remember. To remember that our everyday was so insanely ordinary (and sometimes completely boring), but it was special. I can't really handle the thought of letting them drive away from me without giving them the opportunity to remember that once upon a time, our worlds revolved around each other.
I've raved about Pinhole Press before, and once again I'm going back! I can't wait for this photo journal to arrive so I can begin to write out all of the simple, boring, lovely things that my girls and I have shared.
Thank you for bearing with me and this very hard goodbye...I'm sure this won't be my last chicken wing post...
I found out when I came back that my girls and their parents are moving...to Rhode Island! It's all very strange the way things are transitioning and working out for me and for their family. It just makes me believe that all of it was truly meant to be. Do you ever retrace the steps of your life in your head? I've been doing that a lot lately. I didn't know how much Zoe would change my life. When I moved here she was "just another job," but she has, and continues to lead my life in directions I had no intention of going. Above all she has taught me patience which is something I have never felt very good at. I love her for it. Without her I wouldn't be continuing on to the job that I will start in August, where I'll be working with children with autism in a therapeutic preschool. I have so much to thank that little four-year-old for.
I think that the hardest part in leaving them is knowing that one day they won't even remember who I am. Is that conceited? That she won't remember that when I ask her what her favorite part of the day is she says, "When we snuggle." Or that I taught her the words to an Adele song that we would sing really loudly in the car together. Or when I put her down for naps and she sings me "I love you, a bushel and a peck..." Or the way that we kiss our pointer fingers and put them together and say "kiss!" And so many more...
I know that I am only their nanny, and that important people will come and go in their lives forever and ever and I won't be but a two year blip on the maps of their lives, but if there was something that I could give to Zoe and Stella it would be to remember. To remember that our everyday was so insanely ordinary (and sometimes completely boring), but it was special. I can't really handle the thought of letting them drive away from me without giving them the opportunity to remember that once upon a time, our worlds revolved around each other.
I've raved about Pinhole Press before, and once again I'm going back! I can't wait for this photo journal to arrive so I can begin to write out all of the simple, boring, lovely things that my girls and I have shared.
Thank you for bearing with me and this very hard goodbye...I'm sure this won't be my last chicken wing post...


