It’s then that I imagine someone else taking my spot, filling my shoes, and replacing who I am to these three children. I don’t want them to have a new nanny. I don’t want a stranger taking care of them. But I also don’t want to do it anymore. I have had this conversation with myself so many times. It’s the problem with this job. You treat them like they’re yours, but they never were. It was always meant to be temporary.
