We have, perhaps, the best babysitter ever...Sara. She's part of the family. Truly. She's been watching Kiddo for about three years now and has been there for us during some fantastic times -- and some really not-so-great times. When I was struggling at previous jobs and away for many more dinners and bedtimes than I would have liked, I knew that Sara was there for my kiddo, would do anything for her. It is a good feeling to know if I couldn't be there, my kiddo was with someone who loved her and who she loved right back.
Which is an amazing blessing, of course, but every once and a while, I have to say, I've been a weeittybittybit jealous of them. Now, I'm home much more, but there are still weeks when we have our sitter around more, when she does bedtime a few times in a row just because of the wonko schedule. And sometimes Kiddo calls me "Sar-Mama" by accident, just because she's used to calling for Sara and not me. When I see the fun playing time they have in her room as I have to do my work, at those times, well, I get that pang. The little nagging bit of jealousy.
I know, I know, I shouldn't, but I admit it, I do. It is not often, so it isn't a huge deal, but I've found it interesting to notice when it has happened. I have to say, this little every-once-in-a-blue-moon bit of jealous is good. It makes me stop and think about the quality time I spend with Kiddo, helps me remember to have more "fun" times if we haven't in a while, a mini mental check-in to cherish those times I have with my daughter...and, as we all know, a fantastic reminder like this is awesome.
Do you ever get jealous of the babysitter's or someone else's relationsihp with your kiddos? Even just a tiny bit?