tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post7618601836915951924..comments2023-11-02T07:53:45.876-07:00Comments on Girl's Gone Child: Help is (not) a Four-Letter WordGIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-38950721500672300982013-02-22T10:13:06.015-08:002013-02-22T10:13:06.015-08:00I've been a nanny for five years. I never had...I've been a nanny for five years. I never had any intention of becoming a nanny; I met a family and fell in love with all of them. They have five kids, and more often than not, I feel more at home in the chaos of their home than my own. I feel so lucky to have met them, and that I have become such an integral part of their family. Every member of this family makes me feel loved, needed, and appreciated. Nannies get a bad rap, that's undeniable. I feel judged on a regular basis. No, I don't have health insurance. No, this isn't a 'forever' gig. But I'm happy. I can easily say that I'm happier in this line of work than a majority of my stable, nine to five friends are in theirs. Also, I hate being called a babysitter. What I do is above and beyond babysitting, it's hard to describe. I need them as much as they need me. It's so bizarre, but so wonderful.--ggmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10101662947476238118noreply@blogger.com