I had about a million good reasons for changing my job, and since quitting the one to more to the next, I've had no regrets. But I would be lying if I said that the actual job changing was without pain. In fact it's been one of the most painful job transitions I've made. When you leave a nannying job, you leave more than just a job; you leave this little person you love so very dearly.
Pictures have been coming up on my newsfeed from two years ago when he first came and I confess, I have actually cried a little. I miss him.
I keep looking at this picture.
I keep thinking about that sweet lullaby that Uncle Jesse sang on Full House. The one line, "I've been so happy loving you" keeps playing though my mind. Although nannying did not come without it's own little baggie of trouble, I was so very happy loving my little Bear.
I can't wait to make coffee all day. I can't wait to smell like coffee at the end of my shift. I can't wait to serve people and build relationships with customers. But I confess, I miss my boy.
I'm ready to move on to the next adventure, but as there's a time for everything, I'm not totally over this job.
I still miss his silliness.
I still call bananas "buhnahs"
I still have the little blanket you used for nap time.
I hope dearly you come by for gelato for time to time baby, your nanny loves you still! :)
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