The mother of the baby girl I watch during the week paid me the highest compliment yesterday.
I heard her say to a friend, about her daughter, "She is never so consistently happy to see someone, as she is to see Emma."
And just like that, I was on nanny cloud nine. Beaming with pride and joy.
I play with this sweet baby, I change her diapers, clean up her messes, I feed her, I rock her to sleep. She cries, she laughs, she's a funny little lady.
And she LIKES me! She really, really likes me!
I knew this little baby was usually happy to see me, but I didn't know mine was such a special greeting.
There is no point to this post other than to say, it is in these moments that I feel like I have a purpose and that the things I do, matter. That I've been blessed with a gift and that I'm using it well.
There are no awards or trophies given to really great mothers, fathers, or other caregivers, but I'm learning more and more that when you take on a life of caring for others, the reward is the privilege and the gift to be able to do so.
And if you're lucky enough, they like you. They really, really like you.
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