I'm a part-time babysitter which means I deal with kids driving me crazy several times a week for a few hours a day. One con is that sometimes you need to deal with parents who don't always see eye to eye with you and your sentiments. A big con is a free metro unlimited a month and that it's flexible. Most of the time, you see more than the parents. The kids grow to trust you, especially when they like you. I've known Tommy* and Emily* for almost six years in January, since he was five and she was six. Now, Emily* is in middle school going through her first hits of puberty and little Tommy* is establishing himself as one of the most popular boys in school.
Today, I took Tommy to the bookstore to get a book and to also purchase some Biscuit books for my Little Loaf of Bread. My baby nephew loves books and to be read to. Plus I want him to be an established reader, like his older auntie. Hopefully, I'll get my way with him when it comes to books. Tommy and I had some quality time together and had some fun under the rain. I just hope he doesn't catch a cold.
Emily was waiting for me at their apartment in Midtown East, with Mariana,* the other babysitter I share shifts with. She was happy to see me too, but Emily told me that she had something very important to talk to me about. Come to find out, she's amongst a bunch of little pervert thirteen-year old boys trying to cop a feel out of a sixth grader. Sighs... I had to reiterate once again how our body (as girls) is a temple and that she should sternly let the next idiot (boy or girl) know to watch themselves and keep their hands to themselves. I also told Emily to talk to her mother about this, since her mother has really wanted to hold a solid relationship with her daughter. I don't blame her either. It's hard to reach a kid, but not impossible either. There's so much shit going on in the world of youths nowadays that I applaud my boss for her desire to continue having a babysitter/caregiver for her children despite the fact that girls Emily's age don't have one anymore. People, girls need a companion at that stage in their lives more than ever, especially in NYC- such a dangerous and big place.
I felt kind of flattered that Emily thought of me to talk to about something so personal and the fact that she didn't feel ashamed to tell me shows that she trusts me. I did tell her, however, that she must tell her mother about this episode so that her mother knows. I hope she talks to her herself or I think I'll have to tell her herself and I really don't want to be the one to do so. Emily told me that out of the people she knows she thought of me because I always know what to do and how she would feel. I do, actually. I was bullied as a child/teenager and there's nothing that I hate the most than a bunch of fools who bully on others just to impose their will and authority over the not so popular kids at their only palace in life. So, fuck 'em. And when I have more time, I'll let you in on my bullying story. It's rather funny actually because my high school years can really sum themselves in the movie Mean Girls, except that I think I was nastier than the nasty girls in that movie. You just grow tired of it and hopefully, so will Emily.
Anyways, now that I have unloaded my barrel on you guys, I feel a lot better and jump start my weekend by preparing for my organic chemistry and microbiology tests for next Wednesday and Tuesday. Wish me luck and cheers on this cool and rainy evening!
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