For the first time in almost ten years, I am not a nanny.
For the first time in over eight years, I’m not Julia and Lily’s nanny.
And it’s odd. Because it was more than a job- it was a welcomed lifestyle shift and endless sparks of creativity for writing and a flower [bubble] girl and a duo of best friends for my daughter and a family.
It all started with an infant named Julia and an endless flight delay during an East Coast summer storm. And a set of young parents all-too-willing to let an eager (and out of work) nanny hold their strawberry blonde baby gal. And a job interview the next afternoon, once they all realized they lived mere ‘hoods from each other. And a hiring before the 23 year-old left their lovely home. Both sets of grandparents (and aunts and uncles and cousins) made the nanny feel like just another [valued] member of the family.
Before long, the little gal became an integral part of the nanny’s weekly routine- and all of her best stories. Heck, even her friends’ best stories. (There are very few friends from that time period without their own tales of Snow Cones or Smelling Candles At Pier 1.)
The little girl eventually started pre-school, but the parents were sweet enough to have another child to keep the nanny fully employed. (I’m sure there were other reasons as well, but it was still an awfully nice thing to do.) So along came Baby Lily, and things became twice as nice with The Big Girl and The Little Girl.
And when the nanny became engaged, the whole family celebrated with dinners out and copious wedding planning with The Big Girl whom, obviously, was a member of the wedding. The Little Girl celebrated in her own way.
And just to make things fun, the nanny decided to have her own little girl to add to the mix. The fam put out a portable crib in a guest room and stocked the house with baby necessities- because The Nanny not being their nanny was never a valid option. So then there was The Biggie, The Middle, and The Little Little. And shockingly, things were still seamlessly great. There were collages and day trips and story-writin’ and incredible amounts of snacks (most of them corn dogs and/or Pink Frosters.)
But now there’s a Big Move to London. And The Nanny and her kid[s] can’t go. The Middle and The Little Little don’t fully understand that there won’t be afternoon-long Every Toy In The Room Fests punctuated by hiccup-inducing belly laughs. The Biggie and The Nanny, however, are all too aware that their projects will now have to be done long distance. But there’s Skype. And phone calls and texts and picture messages and letters and carrier pigeons and good ol’ fashioned visiting. And it’ll be okay, because family is family even across oceans.
And I miss them already.
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