tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937695499959150908.post4640872847627861862..comments2022-12-10T01:26:37.847-08:00Comments on Tales from the (Nanny)Hood: FB made me think tonightTales from the (Nanny)Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14266117417206315356noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937695499959150908.post-29847188332781619992013-02-27T22:59:57.348-08:002013-02-27T22:59:57.348-08:00This is really disappointing. What have you done a...This is really disappointing. What have you done against it?<br /><a href="http://www.reliablecommunitycare.net/" rel="nofollow">home care agencies in new york</a>Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05170920033589100735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937695499959150908.post-66073244725967589572010-09-14T12:55:21.420-07:002010-09-14T12:55:21.420-07:00I adore children and always have. My heart belongs...I adore children and always have. My heart belongs to them. And I LOVE being a nanny. I was also a teacher for 12 years, and took care of dozens upon dozens of children...as well as being a camp counselor-- there are a few more dozens of dozens of children. All those children are in my heart forever. I feel/ felt like a mom to ALL of them.<br />But... I also get to sleep a full night's sleep every night ;) I also don't have to worry about putting any of them through college. I don't have to worry about braces, medical bills, or figuring out how to buy their first car. And I am totally okay with that.<br />I may not have my own children, but I am as close to a mommy as I can afford and as much as I can get without being one. I get all of the perks of being a mom, without so much of the pain. Its something that works well for me. The kids I have had love me like I am their mom, and I love them like they are my children.Pilgrimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05710187264785533699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937695499959150908.post-61258817461662254382010-07-09T07:13:28.577-07:002010-07-09T07:13:28.577-07:00TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I ...TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, <br />And sorry I could not travel both <br />And be one traveler, long I stood <br />And looked down one as far as I could <br />To where it bent in the undergrowth; <br /> <br />Then took the other, as just as fair, <br />And having perhaps the better claim, <br />Because it was grassy and wanted wear; <br />Though as for that the passing there <br />Had worn them really about the same, <br /> <br />And both that morning equally lay <br />In leaves no step had trodden black. <br />Oh, I kept the first for another day! <br />Yet knowing how way leads on to way, <br />I doubted if I should ever come back. <br /> <br />I shall be telling this with a sigh <br />Somewhere ages and ages hence: <br />Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— <br />I took the one less traveled by, <br />And that has made all the difference. <br /> <br /><br />We all make choices based on what is available and not available to us. No matter which path you choose, look around and enjoy what the path offers, find other side paths to explore, and make the most out of what you have. If you spend all of your time trying to see through the trees to the other path or walking backwards to catch a glimpse of it-THEN you will wake up at 50 with regrets for what you have squandered.SSGranolaGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11338203314866609822noreply@blogger.com