Yep, you read that right. Me, the grumpy old woman, babysitting. Just once a week and only a few hours, but it's a mighty big step. Because I was an only child, I've never been comfortable around kids. That feeling worsened a few years ago.
It's been at least ten years since I babysat my grandsons. They were two and four years old. I enjoyed playing cars, reading to them and rocking them to sleep. Then their dad kidnapped them and I haven't seen them since. I hardened my heart against getting hurt like that again. I avoided kids. But, a friend needed a hand and I agreed to help out.
I'm glad I did. This little eleven month old girl is so cute and sweet. She can be a handful though. Surprisingly, we've both survived.
I'm not going to make this a regular thing. My energy level isn't what it used to be. But I'm glad I stepped out of my comfort zone for a little while.
Is there something you avoid that maybe you should try?
PS - I'm participating in a blog hop that will post this coming Monday, so I hope you can come back and check that out.