Some parents don’t like the idea of “kids taking care of other kids”. Some parents prefer their babysitters be old enough to have a driver’s license and be a responsible driver. The Red Cross teaches babysitting classes to kids as young as 11 years old. So, what’s the answer?
In my opinion, age doesn’t matter as much as ability and responsibility. Ability is what you know. Responsibility is how you act when I’m not looking.
Let’s do a little interview. You be the babysitter. I’ll be the parent. And I’ll try not to make you cry. Are you ready? Here goes.
Here’s what a parent with a special needs child or a child with a disability will NOT tell you:
I just got done writing my post about seizures. After I wrote the last line I thought, “This is a lot to remember. How are my babysitters (you guys) supposed to remember everything in the posts, the website, and the eBook?”
Smart babysitters prepare for emergencies. If a child you are babysitting has a seizure, you need to know what to do.
“Move over, dear. I need to sit down.”, said fairy godmother Kayanne as she sat at the foot of Melissa’s bed. “Is all this making sense?”
Once upon a time, there was a young teenage girl named Melissa who wanted to be liked. “Is that too much to ask?” she thought. “If more people liked me I would have more friends to hang out with, be invited to more activities, have more babysitting customers, feel better about myself – not to mention having more friends to network with later on in life. What am I to do? *sob, sob*”
The other day, a good friend of mine called me. “My baby’s got the worst diaper rash. Can you help me?” Babysitters should know this stuff so I’m going to tell you what I told her.
Hi. Kayanne here. I’ve been thinking about this subject for a while and the only way I can get it out of my head is to write it down. See if you think it is as important to read as I think it is to write.
Parents are always looking for the perfect babysitter. Perfect babysitters do exist. There are not very many of them. So if a parent finds one, they consider themselves lucky and will gladly trade their average babysitter for the perfect one – even if it means having to pay the perfect babysitter more.
My little sister used to babysit my children. I’d call her the day before and ask, “Are you still planning on coming to babysitting tomorrow?” She’d say, “I’m not coming to babysit. I’m coming to party!”