Showing posts with label Little Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Man. Show all posts

Monday, March 10, 2014

When Little Man Cries

Ever since Little Man became one of my charges when he was about a month old, I would sing to him when he cried, or I had a particular song stuck in my head. That's what my mom did for my sister and me, and music has always been a huge aspect of my life, so it just came naturally to me.

This is not to say that I didn't, or don't, sing to his siblings, but they're older and they better understand that I'm not that great of a singer. Little Man however, doesn't seem to mind if my voice is a little off key. In fact, he seems to really like it when I sing. It usually takes about ten seconds of me singing for him to calm down.

Before I show you this video of Little Man's reaction to me singing, I'd like to explain why he's crying. I had just brought him down from his nap and sat down on the couch with him in my lap. For his siblings, this would not be something to cry about, but Little Man really likes me to stand when I hold him, and gets upset when I sit down. So I sing to him.

Please forgive both my singing voice and the weird choice of song; it was the only one I could think of at the time that I can sing from memory.




It's a weird song to sing to a child, but like I said, it was the only one I could remember verbatim. It was written by Stana Katic; you can watch her performing it much better than I can in this video.

What do you guys think? Did your parents sing to you? Do you sing to your kids? Tell me your stories and remedies in the comments.


-Lyndsey

Monday, February 17, 2014

What Does It Really Mean to be a Babysitter?

David, 15 months
I've been babysitting for this Little Man since he was less than a month old, and his siblings for five months before that. But it only took five minutes for me to absolutely fall in love with every single one of them. This fact brings me to my question: What does it really mean to be a babysitter?

When I first started, I expected babysitting to be an opportunity to gain experience with young children, a chance to earn a little extra cash between classes, and maybe even a way to try out some of the teaching techniques I was learning at school. All of these expectations have come to fruition, but I've also found something more, a connection.

I have no idea what being a parent feels like. I do, however, know what it feels like to watch these kids run up to me when I walk in the door or "heal" bumps, bruises, and hurt feelings with whispers, hugs, and songs.

Pictures such as this one could be capturing just how engrained into these children's lives I am, and they in mine. However, they could also represent a simple request for a drink or a diaper change.

I recently found a video on Vimeo of Doug Sterbenz describing the differences between parents and babysitters at a leadership conference. Sterbenz works within the business world, not that of childcare, but I found his take on babysitters interesting. His perspective on babysitting has not equaled my experience; however, I realize that I am different from most babysitters. I am not a teenager looking for a way to bolster my allowance; I am seeking a meaningful experience.

In contrast to Sterbenz, I also found a post about the top ten reasons why babysitters love what they do. I will admit that this list comes from a site that connects babysitters with parents and is therefore most likely biased, nonetheless, I believe these statements are true for some babysitters.

To me, this is more than a job, but I'm interested in other views. Therefore I'm asking all of you to write your opinions in the comments. What does it really mean to be a babysitter?

-Lyndsey

(image credit: provided by author)