Anju: I'm unhappy.
Me: Oh yeah?
Anju: Mom is gone.
Me: Yeah, that sucks.
Anju: And next week you will be too.
Me: *STARS IN EYES YOU LOVE ME*
I've been nannying for about two months now, and the kids and I are tight. It's an ideal situation--I would be way more on board with parenthood if I got paid to do it. Also if I could guaranteed skip the first five years of a kid's life. So, uh, obviously nannying is perfect for me.
What's been super cool is how this has solidified my desire to adopt. Or at least confirmed that it would totally not be a problem for me. I had two worries/concerns before.
1) Is it possible to truly love a kid who is not biologically yours.
Yup. I love these sassy munchkins, and when I see something that reminds me of them during the day, I file it away to share later. I love cuddling with them, and I get proud of their accomplishments, and I've only known them for two months. So. It's not hard for me to love people.
2) Would it be uncomfortable or awkward being a parent of kids of another ethnicity?
Yergh, I hate the racist overtones inherent in my concern, but there it is. And, nope. It's not weird at all. I love being associated with Anju and Ketan (most of the time). I love saying things like "you can have a snack when we get home" or putting Anju's hair in a ponytail or snagging Ketan's shirt as he dashes away. I have never once felt like people looked at us strangely. Maybe it's Dallas. Maybe it's obvious I'm a nanny. But it doesn't really matter.
I finally don't care what the public masses think! About one thing! Woo!
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