There’s always a mother’s day, father’s day, friendship week, woman’s day etc…. But I never encountered “nanny’s day”. I think they deserve one day celebration as well. If not for them, I wonder how working moms like me would survive when nobody else is around but them.
These things made me realized how lucky I was to have my daughter with me, after she shared her heartbreaking story to me.
She is from Sri Lanka. A 44 year old fine lady. She speaks English well. She’s been working in the Middle East all her life doing house help but her expertise is “taking care of children”. That’s how her life became miserable. Her husband never did good. While she was hard working in the Middle East, he had enjoyed her money with his other woman and even brought her home. Because of that her eldest daughter, committed suicide at the age of 19. Since that tragic incident, her husband even blamed her for what happened and kept her two sons away from her, until now. From then on, she decided to spend her time somewhere else… Where she feels she belongs.
I guess, we are lucky to have her as my daughter’s nanny. She is a very responsible “right-hand”. I don’t want to call her a “nanny” really. She deserves to be treated as one of the family. One thing I like most about her is she tells us what happened during the “four hours” that she was with my daughter. As in everything including the “scratches” and “numbers of falling” my daughter had got.
She even helps me with the house chores whenever my daughter is asleep. I don’t need to tell her… She does it herself.
That’s why when we just moved in to our new flat, after rejecting one lady, we decided to keep her and pay for her daily transportation. At least, we know that our daughter is in good hands. We can earn that money anyway.
Kudos to inang-yayas like her!