“Steph?” Russ whispers. “Yes?” “I love you.” There are rare instances of nannying that feel more like a privilege than anything else. The sort of unconditional love children offer is different from the affection we share as adults. It’s given without judgment or boundaries. Their love is pure and simple. There’s a generosity to it that they quickly outgrow. It is the one thing I get from this job that I could not possibly find anywhere else. And it is no small thing.
