The Nanny Diaries

Originally posted September 30, 2007


It's weird that, at 21, I can be classified as "the help". But that's what I am; I'm a nanny/housekeeper/personal assistant. After watching the movie that's namesake to this blog, I've come to realize that the world is split into two types of people: those who get it and those who don't.



I get up early and go to bed late; I do dishes and laundry, dinner and errands, and all things in between so that my "family" doesn't have to. There are those who call what I am defeat. After all, moms and dads dream of their sons and daughters as doctors or lawyers or politicians, not "the help." They want "better" for us, better than what they had. Since when was hard work a bad thing, though? When did "blue collar" become an insult? I'm a product of my "blue collar" raising. I'm not ashamed of actually working for a living, nor should I be!



Why am I a nanny? Sometimes I don't even know the answer. I'll tell you one thing, though: it may be what I'm meant for. I've found joy in service. It's nice to be the orchestrator; it makes you feel needed. That's something we could all use more of.