Sometimes, I am jealous of mommy bloggers, because they can be honest and talk about the crappy parts of their lives and jobs without fear of being fired.
Most of the rest of us do not have this luxury. A couple weeks ago, my delightful friend Jackie blogged about her perusal of several mommy blogs. One realization she had was that my job as a nanny is probably a lot less fun and games than my occasional #MyLifeAsANanny tweets may infer.
She is a thousand percent right. There is a lot that I won't or can't say online about my job, and it is certainly not very glamorous work on most days, although I do get paid to jump on a bouncy castle and go to the zoo and teach manners and help two strong-willed boys learn about the world around them.
But this entry is not supposed to be about me. It is just supposed to be this: of all the tough things about motherhood (and there are a heckuvalot a lot of them), one privilege that few others have is the ability to tell the interweb whatever they want to about their daily lives.
I salute you, moms, for the emotionally taxing work you do and the honesty with which you talk about it.
And I salute my other friends with intense jobs who cannot share half their burdens with the world.
(Because today was a day of cheeky smiles and cuddles and cooperation, I can publish this draft with the least bit of current jealousy.)
Most of the rest of us do not have this luxury. A couple weeks ago, my delightful friend Jackie blogged about her perusal of several mommy blogs. One realization she had was that my job as a nanny is probably a lot less fun and games than my occasional #MyLifeAsANanny tweets may infer.
She is a thousand percent right. There is a lot that I won't or can't say online about my job, and it is certainly not very glamorous work on most days, although I do get paid to jump on a bouncy castle and go to the zoo and teach manners and help two strong-willed boys learn about the world around them.
But this entry is not supposed to be about me. It is just supposed to be this: of all the tough things about motherhood (and there are a heckuvalot a lot of them), one privilege that few others have is the ability to tell the interweb whatever they want to about their daily lives.
I salute you, moms, for the emotionally taxing work you do and the honesty with which you talk about it.
And I salute my other friends with intense jobs who cannot share half their burdens with the world.
(Because today was a day of cheeky smiles and cuddles and cooperation, I can publish this draft with the least bit of current jealousy.)
AMEN!
ReplyDeleteHaving worked as a Nanny for 6 months when I was 18, I full sympathize with said frustration. Sometimes kids can be angelic, and other times. . .not so much. Kudos to you for managing to keep your frustrations off the internet!