An Open Letter To The Parents of The Kids I Babysit
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An Open Letter To The Parents of The Kids I Babysit

Thank you.

An Open Letter To The Parents of The Kids I Babysit

Thank you for letting me take care of your kids.

I have loved every second of babysitting them.

I have loved watching them grow up.

I have loved taking them places.

Thank you for letting me be a part of their lives, but also your lives.

I am thankful that you have let me into your family.

I am thankful that when I come home from school, I am able to come home and watch the kids again.

I love taking them out and doing fun activities with them.

You have done an amazing job raising your kids.

I can't wait to keep watching them grow up.

I can't wait for them to get older.

Thank you for opening your house to me.

Thank you for being so welcoming.

Thank you for letting me love your children.

Thank you for trusting me with your children.

I know trusting someone with your children can be very hard.

But thank you.

It really means a lot.

I look forward to making more memories with them.

But also with you guys.

I love being able to come into your house and laugh.

To be able to act like a kid again.

I can't wait to see them again and laugh.

I feel like you all have become family to me.

And I could not be more grateful for that.

So thank you for everything you have done and continue to do.

I look forward to many more years of being in your lives.

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