Tonight - for the first night ever - we left our child, my life, in the hands of a teenager.
One that we hadn't met before.
Ack.
Yes, she came highly recommended by others. Straight A's, cheerleader, loves kids - especially under the age of 2, experienced babysitter, and known in the town as "the perfect kid".
We needed a night out.
This was a great experiment in momma loosening the first of many threads on her apron (not a string...just a thread).
We introduced ourselves to her. Babygirl pointed, Babysitter responded.
They clicked.
We left.
I worried.
About an hour in...I texted for an update. Hoping that Babygirl hadn't gone nuclear.
My response..."She's an angel!"
Release of 14 months of tension....one long slow outward breath.
We had a great time. And returned home to a sleeping baby and groggy teen. (It was, afterall, a school night).
All is well. We're all better for it.
Tomorrow, my Babygirl is going to be that teen...tonight, she's the bundled, slumbering puddle of love.
Safe and sound.
2 comments:
I've not left Hudson with a babysitter yet. I'm kind of dreading it. your story gives me hope :)
You are very lucky.
I distinctly remember getting a pull up changed while watching Beavis and Butthead when I was younger and with a babysitter.
Maybe that's why I'm so wild... hmm..
But, I was a rockin' babysitter back in the day, we actually went and did stuff (if old enough) and we played outside, had good healthy snacks.
I was the bomb diggity.
not to talk myself up or anything. :)
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