After what we thought was the longest night of our lives my brother and I thought that Santa has surely come, and ever so quietly we got out of our sleeping bags and began the long, slow, quiet trip down our stairs.
The point; this is a memory that will be with me forever, and it has a been a gift of a life time. I still believe in Santa to this very day; I really do.
say to yourself: “I don’t need to do all this. I choose to do all this because the end results makes me happy, and the people around me happy. The world won’t end if I take this moment to myself, and let myself know that I am enough.”
I’m just wondering if my readers have had babysitting memories. Some that may have been better then others, memories; like my own, that at the time were stressful but with age laughable, some that you loved and wished you had kept in touch with your babysitter. I would love if you would send me your stories. Are babysitters memorable? Being a babysitter I hope so, and I hope for the positive.