Growing up, I had the sweetest babysitting gig ever.
My parents’ dear friends had three adorable children born back-to-back-to-back, and they were one of my first babysitting jobs ever, starting around sixth grade.
I watched the kids for a really, really long time: all the way through high school and even during college summers.
For the mid-80s and early 90s, the money was phenomenal. I think I made about $140 a week.
I thought I was being grossly overpaid to basically have fun all day long.
Looking back, I can’t believe I had the energy and did all the things I did.
The kids – now all highly functional adults – may have a different opinion on my babysitting skills, but my overall plan was simple: we shall not be bored.
To that end, I don’t think a day went by where we didn’t go swimming, go-karting, mini golfing, to a park or on some other adventure. We made forts. We made cookies. We had water fights.
I taught the middle child to drive my car. When he was seven.
(Ok, he was mostly just steering. And we were on an isolated road in the country. He loved it!)
This family was a huge part of my life.
Another fact about my middle and high school years: I loved pigs and had a pig collection of figurines and whatnot. I will not elaborate further.
So, it was with a huge, huge smile that I came home earlier this week and saw a package on my doorstep from this very family, 20 years after my last babysitting check had been cashed.
Along with the sweetest note, there were these items:
If you can’t tell, they’re marzipan pigs and other porcine-themed candy.
The note indicated that the mom and youngest daughter were at Pike Place Market in Seattle, saw these and immediately thought of me. They just had to send them.
Seriously, how awesome is that? It made my day. No, it made my week.
P.S. Now that I am on the other side of the coin and have kids of my own, I am so indebted to the wonderful village of kind people who have helped us with MGM and Trixie. Back in the day, I thought the staggering sums of money the family I worked for paid me were their way of just being generous to their friends’ kid (me), but now I get how priceless a good babysitter is. I would pay any sum to know that my own kids are safe, happy and loved. I am so humbled to have been given that opportunity early on by the S. family. I love them.