I'm a nanny to three children. Let me break down my job description: A caregiver, a nurturer, a teacher, a disaplinarian, a therapist, an eye-roller, a nurse, a translator, a chauffer, a dishwasher, a maid, a chef, a personal assistant - my day job - a mother and housewife for hire.
I am also a girlfriend and mother to three dogs who are my 'kids'. My duties of chef and maid continue at home. I get to give and receive love in every sense of the word, to the greatest capacity...it's my greatest joy.
I love kids, I love taking care of people. I love organizing and finding creative solutions. Doing these things is what makes me happiest and it's what I do best. Would I be a successful executive running a big company...I have no idea. It probably wouldn't give me the satisfaction I get when I see that mayonaise stain gone!
I practiced nursing before I decided that the crazy hours and paperwork didn't exactly fulfill my vision of what I wanted in a career. I wasn't getting what I wanted out of it...but I sure did learn a lot!
My transition in nanny-hood came at a time when my life was changing in every aspect. With the support of my family, friends and two loyal chocolate labs, I had just packed up and left my job and a man, both of which were not fulfilling what I needed. I was approaching 30 and I had been feeling like a gerbil on a wheel - just running to keep the thing I called life spinning - even though I was going nowhere. One girl, two dogs, a U-Haul and 300 miles later, I had moved on from a relationship and had started a new career. All of a sudden I felt like that wheel I was running on was finally going somewhere...and so was I. Not long after I met the man of my dreams...talk about icing on the cake. I took some chances, invisioned what I wanted my life to be and made it happen.
With that vision, dedication and hard work I put together my nursing background and I experience I had starting my undergrad in education, along with my knack for all things domestic and landed where I am now.
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