Change
Everything in my little happy world is changing so fast. The little girls I have been a nanny to for 5 and a half years are now in grades 1 and 3. I Formula fed the little one and potty trained them both. I taught them to ride their two wheelers and I pulled out the older one's first loose tooth for her. I held the older one when she was sobbing, just having started grade one. She was begging me to take her home and my heart ached for her. Now she's in grade 3 and doesn't even want me to stand near her line-up on the school playground in the mornings anymore. I still faithfully get a hug and kiss from the far more affectionate younger girl every morning as she proudly marches away to her grade one class without so much as a a backward glance. I know that should make me happy...satisfied that they are strong and confident kids and can break away from me a little. They feel safe in their independence and that is a sign they have been raised well. But it invokes a strong feeling in me... a kind of sadness....I don't know what to call it....the 5 years contain so many memories and so many firsts for them. I felt The younger one would NEVER learn to talk, that the older one would most certainly go to her prom in "pull-ups" because she was so stubborn about potty training.
Sometimes I felt the days were so damn long and would never end. But now the whole 5 years seem a blur...
Sometimes I felt the days were so damn long and would never end. But now the whole 5 years seem a blur...