My heart has been heavily pushing me to do the right thing for week before I gathered enough courage to let her go.
The boy and I love our nanny. She is sweet; she loves my boy and very patience with him. She’s not like the neighborhood nannies who hang out at night outside the house with their boyfriends.
She’s the first live in nanny we ever had. She’s been with us since the first time I went back to work in 2010. Three years of me trusting her to help taking care of A while I’m at work.
She got the weekend off even when her ‘boss’ have to work on Saturdays.
A adores her, love her and give her plenty of affections too.
Then she had a boyfriend…
Then she told me they were getting married despite her young age.
Everyone told me to get ready to find a replacement nanny.
In our office pantry I’ve heard countless stories about how hard, how difficult it is to find the right nannies, the right helpers. Typical working moms’ stories and dilemmas…I always thought we were quite lucky with her.
After the nanny’s wedding, she moved out to live with her husband. She would come in the morning before A wakes up and come home after I got home from work.
Then she started going home at 5:00 PM…
She would text me, saying she’s going home. “Ok and thank you.” That would be my typical replies.
Then 5:00 PM turned into 4:00 PM.
Later I found out she’s been making A had his dinner before 4 so she could come home. Of course the boy would get hungry again at around 7 or 8 which is very close to his bedtime.
When I asked her why she make A had such an early dinner she came up with excuses saying she’s tired, she have to go home and cook and bla bla bla…
My jaws dropped.
I have to leave home before 6:00 AM everyday and often times I didn’t come home until 6:00 PM sometimes later. My boy went to school from 8 until 12. She’s pretty much free during those hours. I even told her she could go home while A is in school so she could do her “wifely duties”. She didn’t take the offer.
That’s when it hits me, it’s time to let her go. Things are not working out and A is getting bigger anyway.
“He’ll be fine. He’s pretty independent and you have me.” My mother assured me when I lamented about the whole nanny drama. I am so thankful to have my parents who doesn’t mind helping their daughter out.
“It will be good for him and makes him more independent.” Mr. X supported my decision when I told him about it.
So I broke the news to her.
She was sad.
The boy was sad.
She cried hugging A and telling him to be a good boy.
“Why is she leaving Mommy?” boy gently asked me as I cuddled him on my lap later that night.
“Because you are a big boy now, right? You are going to be in elementary school soon.” I kissed his curly head.
“I am a big boy!” He jumped out of my lap. Went to the kitchen and got some water himself.
My heart was heavy but I just know I am doing the right thing and now it’s almost been a month since we are nanny-less and I love seeing how independent he gets.