Where was I going with this...?

Yet again, I'm going to be sentimental.  You have been warned. 

I've been going through some of the pictures on my laptop, collecting them in a folder to have printed for when I leave for college.  I thought I would just get the ones from this past year (late 2012 to present) but I found myself going much farther back.  All the way back to 2011.

"What happened in 2011?" you ask.

Let me explain, no, there is to much, let me sum up.

 In the summer of 2011, I was a nanny for four wonderful children.  For the sake of the family I won't use their real names.

Sarah; age 10 years
Hannah; age 7 years
Lucy; age 5 years
Levi; age 18 months

I had been around these kids for three years prior to this summer. Their parents were involved in the sports team I was training with at the time.  I had know Lucy since before she could talk, I watched them grow up.  I was/am extremely attached to them... And for good reason.  I had been their nanny for only a few months, but I spent three or more days a week with them for three years due to practices.  I love them.

Keep in mind I was sixteen at the time.  I fully believe I was mature enough to handle being a nanny, that opinion was shared by my parents, the children's parents, and other team members.

At sixteen I was given a tremendous workload with the kids, long hours and we were in another state, in a hotel room.  It was a hundred degree temps that summer year in Colorado, and it wasn't good for the kids to be outside.  So what options was I left with to amuse the kids?

Lots of movies, coloring, and fort building with the hotel couch cushions and blankets.

I discovered my hatred for Barbie movies that summer.  They are dreadful, my daughter will never be allowed to watch them...  But that's and entirely different blog post.

It was a hellish two weeks.  I was terribly homesick, very tired, had cabin fever, and just plain frustrated.  What made it worth it?  Levi coming up to me, randomly, on our second to last day there, looking up at me and saying, "Larn.  Eevi hug."  He threw his hands us in the air asking to be picked up.  After I picked him up, he proceed to give me a death-grip of a hug, then put his head on my shoulder, and relax there.  He fell asleep as I ate dinner.

I would give my right arm to go back to that moment now.  I makes my heart sick to think that he doesn't remember that day, or that vacation, or me.

Now, it's two years later and I'm staring at a picture of them, remembering all the arguments, tears, giggles, scraped knees, bible stories, goodnight hugs, bad manicures, nightmares, goldfish cracker wars, and love that I had for these kids.  The love that I still have for these kids.

I miss being a nanny.  I think that was the point of this blog post.  Not really sure.  I kinda got away from me there at the end.  Oh well.



I wish I could share a picture of these precious children, but without the consent of their parents, I will not.