A couple of months ago the seven-year-old girl I nanny was visibly upset and I asked her why. Without taking a beat she said, “If you haven’t noticed, I’ve had a rough year. At least I think it’s been a year…um…but I don’t know how long that really is…but…you know what I mean.”
And I did know what she meant as much as I can imagine how it feels to be scared because your dad was suddenly diagnosed with brain cancer and now has lots of surgeries and treatments all the time. That’s all I can do is imagine and confirm, “Yes, you have definitely had a rough year, sweetie. I’ve noticed.”
During Spring break she was promised a family cruise and a trip to Europe. She. Was. Stoked! She loves to do British accents and the thought of being in a country where EVERYONE speaks that way was completely exciting to her. Not to mention Disney on the sea. Dream come true.
But she was unable to take the trip due to complications to her Dad’s health. She was very upset, but took it like a champ, spending the week with family.
Yesterday was the day. Her parents planned to pick her up from school and whisk her away for her dream vacation and I get to be a part of it.
Before we left I was tearing up. This is going to be the greatest trip of her life that she will remember for a very long time. This sweet, sensitive girl who has dealt gracefully with more than someone her age should, gets to escape for a Caribbean week of fun and fantasy. She really deserves it and I’m honored to share it with her and I couldn’t he happier about it.
P.S. I’m seeing some Mayan Ruins on the trip! Pumped for that.