I put an add on the French version of craigslist over a month ago, and I had someone new call me today. Before we even began trying to find a day that works, I asked was where she lives. I think that put her off a bit. I am sure her children are nice. I am sure that her sons will learn English quickly. But look lady, supply is greater than demand, and I have my choice of families.
So today was my first day as an official babysitter. (Thankfully day 1 of 3. I have already decided I don't have time to entertain children, when I can roast coffee instead!) This kid is adorable. The first time we met he hid behind a wall. Today he was showing me off to his friends on the playground. Yet when I ask him to do anything, his immediate answer is no. And if he really doesn't want to do it, he screams no. The neighbors even pounded on the wall once, because he was so loud. Yet, when I count to 10 and get really angry, he does whatever I want. How bizarre is it that I have to be mad and upset for him to listen to me?
I hardly remember what it was like to be a child because my mother always treated me like an adult. I remember having discussions about feminism when I was eight. I can't even imagine what it must be like for this kid to not be able to speak in his native language to express his thoughts and feelings. How frustrating! For him and me both. The only thing keeping me going through this hazardous week is the idea that maybe someone will get my kid frustrated when he is little too. That way when he is my age, he won't be nearly as frustrated with French as I am!