Adventures in Babysitting
Recovery comes from the most interesting and unexpected places. I have run into some financial difficulties, and have taken to picking up odd jobs for some extra cash. One of these, about which I was very skeptical, is babysitting. I wasn't skeptical about babysitting because I don't like kids. I love kids - I love watching their moments of discovery and analysis, I love watching them develop language and reasoning skills, I love being reminded of what it is like to just interact with the world at hand. My skepticism came from my fear that I wouldn't provide for them, that I would miss some vital and obvious clue to ensuring their safety and survival. I have always been self-conscious about my "lack" of maternal instinct. It didn't seem to me that I took to the care-giving of younglings naturally enough (...whatever that means), and I have been picked on for most of my post-adolescent life about my discomfort with children. Looking at the whole thing logical