When we moved, we left behind one very important person of our family. Or rather, we moved to one place and she moved to another. It may sound very well-to-do to say we had a live-in nanny, but it wasn't really like that. She wasn't just our nanny, she was our friend.
Once upon a time, Rebekah was our student. I had her in 9th grade English; Jason had her in history classes. After she graduated from high school, we invited her to live with us and be our nanny while she attended WOU. She lived with us her freshman year in college, then she took a year off to nanny for a family in Bolivia, and then came back to us a year ago. She would have lived with us this upcoming school year, except that we sold our house and figured she didn't want to live in tiny apartment with us. If we had had enough time to plan things out, we would have rented a house so that Rebekah could still live with us. That's how much she is a part of our lives.
She made our girls dozens of meals, changed diapers, spent hours on the floor with them, playing games, doing puzzles, loving them to pieces. She wiped away tears, rocked them to sleep, and washed their clothes. We daily placed our girls' lives in Rebekah's hands, and she never failed us. Any parent will know what I mean when I say, She loved our children and that made her a saint.
If I measured love by how many pages she read to Sydney,
and all the pages she read to Jules,
and multiplied it by a million...that's how much she has meant to our family.
She and I have spent countless hours in the kitchen, talking over breakfast, over lunch, over dinner. More than someone who takes care of our family, she is family. I honestly don't know how we'll manage the school year without her. Gosh, I don't know how I could even handle having another baby without Rebekah's help. To say she helped around the house is a major understatement.
This past summer, we were doubly blessed to have Rebekah's twin sister Anna living with us. It was great fun having them both around, especially since there were wedding plans in the works.
Last Saturday, Anna got married.
Though Anna's beautiful dress captivated the girls, in the end they were both clamoring for Rebekah, especially since they hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks. Poor Jules even refused to speak with Rebekah's older brother until he fetched Rebekah for her. The girl has her priorities.
It didn't matter that Rebekah had dozens of friends and family to see, had important maid-of-honor duties to attend to; she still took time to carry Jules around and hit the dance floor with Sydney. It was a sweet way to end our time together with The World's Best Nanny.
There is no way to express how much love our family has for Rebekah, and how much we already miss her. Almost every day since we have moved, Sydney asks, "Are we going to see Rebekah today?" Whenever I drive downtown, past the shop where Rebekah worked, Jules points out the window and says, "Beeba."
I suspect every parent can think of at least one person who will be remembered by how they loved our children. Rebekah is that person for us. We were blessed to have her live with us, and no matter what, she'll always be family.