I always wanted a younger sibling when I was growing up, I’m not sure why but the nurturing part of me just always wanted someone to take care of. Don’t get me wrong, being the youngest of five, was pretty great, but there is also a large age gap between myself and the next sibling, so I grew up, in my eyes like an only child.
As I got older, I had plenty of people tell me I should be a teacher, I loved volunteering in the nursery at church, VBS, kids camps, etc. I started babysitting at 12, and loved it, to me it was more than just a job.
I really only ever saw myself growing up, getting married, and enjoying an amazing life, somewhere in Colorado? I don’t know why Colorado, I think I just always loved it there. But anyway, back to my dreams, I don’t recall saying I wanted to “be a Mom when I grow up”, I did at a young age, aspire to be a concert pianist performing on stage with the Three Tenors, but unfortunately that dream ended upon the death of Luciano Pavarotti. But the thought of teaching always loomed in the back of my head, especially being a Music teacher. My love for music and the arts, both through observation and my own personal performance, inspired me to pursue Musical Education, and focus on being an Elementary Ed teacher.
Fast forward, I’m 19 years old, and I get offered a chance to teach at a Private School and Preschool in my hometown. This was big, I was at the time taking a full load of courses at the local college and was ready to tackle the classroom. So I jumped in, both feet first and it was wonderful, until it wasn’t. Unfortunately, during my time teaching I had lost two grandparents to terminal illness, and had a health scare of my own, pairing that with school and teaching and I was overwhelmed. I had to come back home, I needed a recharge, I needed family, I needed a fresh start.
I was offered a position before even moving back home, and the next day after I got settled I had an interview, it was great! I was offered the position as a teachers aide, however the lead teacher in that class ended up retiring during her maternity leave, and her class became mine. I loved it, the class, the children, the staff, the whole experience was great. Unfortunately, though I was getting at the age that I needed to, as my Mom always says, be “kicked forward”, and move out. I always joke that they kicked me out, but it was time, and I’m so grateful that they encouraged me to leave the nest and pursue my own independence.
Being independent costs money, and Preschool teaching as rewarding as it was, was not financially fulfilling, and I had to look elsewhere for employment. So I entered the corporate world, which was exciting. I started doing temp jobs, which landed me experience in Banking, Home Loans, Insurance, Pharmaceuticals, and more. I was hired on as a Private Investigator (no, not the catch a cheater kind), but our third party company ran background checks and pre-employment screenings for companies looking to hire. This was it! This was where I felt I was happiest, until…the Recession hit and our company did a mass layoff, and I was back to square one.
During this time, I was in the middle of a separation from my first husband, living in an apartment with my best friend, and now unemployed. This is where my big move to Texas comes into play. I decided to move to Texas with her and her husband (who would be stationed at Ft. Hood), and go on an adventure. Once we all got settled out here, I had to find work, and in a military town you are competing for jobs with military wives and veterans, and the pay grade is low, but I didn’t want to give up hope that I would find something, I didn’t want to quit, and going back to Arizona would be me admitting failure.
In 2009 I ended up finding a job as a nanny for 3 kids, and loved it. This was my first nanny position, and it taught me a lot. From there I bounced back and forth between corporate jobs and childcare, and every single time it brought me back to where my heart lies,as a Nanny. So here I am, ten years and 9 kiddos later, still living life to the fullest, and enjoying the title of Nanny.
I didn’t choose the Nanny life, the Nanny life chose me.