by Tara Shafer posted in Parenting

Our babysitter is engaged. We are so happy for her. We are also a little adrift when we contemplate the coming vacuum on date night.
When our beloved German shepherd died this spring, it was our treasured babysitter Brittany who found a way to help our children grieve. Our devastated and shocked 10-year-old tried to cry, but began to struggle with the expression of the intimacy of grief. Confusion churned in his gaze.
Upon learning of our dog's and death, Brittany showed up with stuffed German shepherds to cuddle. (I should note that Brittany has about 17 jobs and is the hardest-working person I know). When I came back from date night, David was cuddled up with Brittany.
"He's just a bit sad," said Brittany as he slumped against her. The adored babysitter is a special person. Babysitters and nannies render the most intimate of the professional services -- to the point that it is not really as much a professional service as it is a personal gift.
My children love Brittany. It makes me happy that they do. I trust her judgement absolutely. I know she will keep them safe in any circumstance. I also trust her to offer sound guidance on the politics of the playground. They learn from her.

So, I write here again so that I can celebrate her happiness. Brittany recently announced her engagement. She looks radiant. I and my family could not be happier for her. There is a pain in the inevitable loss of her. But the loss is to the bigness...