I began babysitting at the ripe old age of 12, and I was clueless; imagine! I helped the neighbors, my sister with her four children, and actually worked summers for a family that lived across the street from me. I went to college with high hopes of graduating with a BA in English so I could pursue a career in writing and teaching. I took a break to be a nanny for a family in the Bahamas, and that experience will need to be flushed out at a later date because it’s a doozy. So I’ve always been part of a children’s lives even though I never became a teacher.
Anyway, this year I want to share the experiences of a babysitter. They are very different from a parent, and there are no books for babysitters like there are for parents and teachers. A babysitter’s role in a family is different than both parents and teachers and we fall in some gray-in-between area that can be a challenge to negotiate to make the parents, children, and yourself as a babysitter happy.
Some stories will be funny, I think, and some sad, and some just plain confusing as I have been confused. All-in-all I love every one of the beautiful children I’ve had the opportunity to meet. I feel blessed by a great staff of babysitters, and I believe in what I do. I am committed to being an advocate for quality childcare, and I take it personally if it doesn’t happen.