“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
I am a nanny. It is not something I am ashamed of, but it is information I share begrudgingly. I work in a career that, at least in Canada, often comes with a lot of questions. These questions, although often well-meaning, usually come with an air of disapproval. “Nannying” is not a commonly accepted career path, and I don’t know a single nanny my own age, in fact, I know few nannies at all. I’d like to preface this piece by stating that this is not a call out post to my family or loved ones. They will always support me in anything I do and I know they love me dearly. I am also not here to defend nannies or nannying as my career. If you have a problem with it that is your problem not my own. I am writing this rather as my experience and interpretation of the reactions I have had working in a profession that people do not always take seriously.
I would say the number one question I am asked by family and strangers, is if I have figured out what I want to be doing next. The problem with this question is that it implies I should not be doing what I am. Rather than asking how my job is, I get opinions on what I “should” be doing. I quit school because it wasn’t what I wanted, but no one assumes that maybe nannying is what I discovered I want to do. My loved ones often offer opinions, or my own personal favourite – job postings for other jobs. As a bright child, I always told I could do anything I wanted, however, it often seems being a nanny wasn’t what they meant.
I know it sounds bitter, and maybe it is, but I find it discouraging. I must always constantly remind myself that most of them are doing it out of love. I am fighting a battle between what I enjoy doing and being told that I shouldn’t feel that way.
“The truth is, I don’t know if I will be a nanny forever, or if I even want to be.”
Right now, for the first time in a really long time, I am happy doing what I am doing. I have spent months, if not years, of my life being so overwhelmed by unhappiness. I no longer spend my mornings in dread, crying over how much I don’t want to go to work and school. Instead, I spend my mornings waking up happy because I enjoy my morning routine. I have time for the things that I love; I read books during nap time, and I listen to podcasts while I make dinner. I spend my days listening to and laughing with
“Everyone always said: Find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. I don’t believe that is true.”
I love being a nanny, but there are still days where there isn’t enough coffee in the world or I just don’t feel like being so on all day. I don’t think anyone, even those with their dream jobs will say there are not days you will not struggle; days where you would rather do anything but your job. The difference is its no longer every day. The hardest part of my job now is dealing with everyone else’s opinion of it. Feeling satisfaction in my job and being proud of what I’m doing, despite these opinions. People may not approve, they may think I could be doing better things, but I am truly happy and doing something I enjoy. That’s a relatively new thing for me.