I moved from Michigan to Massachusetts twenty three years ago. At the time I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I knew that I loved children and that I couldn’t imagine my life without being surrounded by them. So when a family from Boston with three small children asked if I would be interested in working for them as their nanny, I was on the next plane to Beantown.
Little did I know at the time how perfect that decision was. Even though I spent my formative years in the Midwest, there’s no arguing that I’m a New Englander. My personality fits this place and I’ve never felt more at home than I have here.
My first year in Massachusetts had me exploring the city with three kids under five in tow. There was nothing kid related we didn’t do. We visited every museum, fed ducks in all of the local ponds and swam until we collapsed on hot sunny days. It was a very good year.
That same year I met my future husband and I decided to become a live out nanny which necessitated a new job. And I found that new job with a wonderful family that at the time had just one little toddler girl. Oh how I adored that baby. Going from caring for three kids to one was such an indulgent change of pace.
We were much more portable and I was able to dote on her every second of every day. I loved her very much. I also grew to love her parents. So much so in fact that her mother Amy was in my wedding. And my darling charge was my flower girl.
I got pregnant on my honeymoon with my first son Aidan which meant saying goodbye to the family I had grown to love. Unfortunately my life got crazy busy over the years and we lost touch.
That is until a couple of months ago when I got a surprise email from Amy asking me if this mom blogger she found on the internet was her nanny from twenty years ago. I couldn’t have been more shocked or delighted.
Life is so funny sometimes, isn’t it?
Once we reconnected it was like we had never stopped talking. We just picked up where we had left off. And I’m getting such a kick out of seeing her kids all grown up. Sure, I feel a little ancient now that the little toddler I cared for is now a graduate and teaching school, but it’s all good. I’m very proud of her.
It all goes to show you that you never can tell what a day will bring. Every day is a new opportunity for something wonderful to happen.