Glamorous.

Last week, my three year old said to me, "missy lou, why you don't have fwiends to play wif?"

AWESOME.

Being a nanny can be a tough job.

Let's be real. I'm nineteen, and it's sometimes easier to have a discussion about the latest parenting fads, the most recent news on the American Pediatric Association, and the best discipline tactics than it is to have a "normal" conversation with someone my own age. I spend the majority of my time waltzing around with a three year old attached to my hip and several kiddos in tow looking like a young single mom.

It's a running joke around here that with the perfume of the boy's sweat, the beautiful accent of grass stains on my knees, and hair that has been pulled out of it's pony tail multiple times... I shouldn't exactly expect to live a life of heels and glamour any time soon... especially when I'm driving a mini-van full of kids singing Justin Bieber. (yes, it's true.)

Is my messy, smelly, always-on-the-go life... glamorous?!

On first thought I laugh and think... absolutely not. But then...

I looked up the definition of the word "Glamorous"
Glam-or-ous
-adjective
1. Full of glamour; charmingly or fascinatingly attractive, esp. in a mysterious or magical way.
2. Full of excitement, adventure, and unusual activity

If we are looking at the dictionary definition and not society's definition... it couldn't be a more fitting description of my job. So despite the fact that my mind is constantly spinning with head counts, one-liners from How to Train your Dragon, the latest safety feature for BOB strollers... and on the rare occasion I go out, I accidentally drop a pacifier out of my purse...

I ADORE my glamorous, exciting, adventure-filled, very unusual life as a nanny.

Yes, my life is non-stop and always moving.
Yes, my life is filled with kicking, punching, pinching, spitting, poking, lunging, and hitting.
Yes, my life is exhausting.
Yes, my life is seriously smelly and dirty.
Yes, my life is hectic and rambunctious.
Yes, my life is not filled with 10 hours of sleep every night.
Yes, my life is jam packed with swim lessons, doctor's appointments, and grocery shopping.
Yes, my life is not filled with friend time and long walks on the beach.
Yes, my life is not.my.own.

BUT...

I have been entrusted with five precious souls.
God has blessed me with some seriously wonderful mothers to walk alongside. Mothers full of wisdom, advice, and beauty.
I am working a practical job that is preparing me for motherhood.
I am deeply thankful for the faithful friends in my life.
I get to hear the words, "I love you, Lissy Lou" on a daily basis.
My life is filled with snuggles, kisses, and tight hugs.
I have the privilege of hearing the sweet, child-like faith in the boy's speech... wondering, seeking, innocent.

Each and every day is a reminder that I need to be walking in truth, setting an example for five little eyes, ears, and mouths.

So yes. Being a nanny is a tough job.

But I couldn't have picked a more wonderful, rewarding, challenging, "glamorous" job. I am blessed.