I am lucky; with the work that I do, I get my ego stroked on a regular basis.
My room is decorated with evidence of some of the nicest things people have said to me--an Easter drawing made especially for me by a 5-year-old girl I babysit, a handmade card with a portrait of me on the outside that reads "Thank you for babysitting me. I hope it is fun. Love, J." on the inside, and a large hand-drawn poster of a fence with a gate in the middle with two kids at either end that says "Welcom (sic) home L.!" I have a small dish full of treasures given to me by children.
Their mothers are equally kind: they pass my name on to their friends, and then I get compliments when my services are even better than expected. I had one mother proclaim: "You're like Nanny McPhee!" The mother I nannied for last year told me recently that they had a bunch of "Smart L." questions for me but needed to start keeping a list so they would remember them all for next time they saw me.
To be honest, it is one of the things I love. I get feedback about my job performance constantly, and typically, it comes in the form of art. What could be better?
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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