Some people say that babysitting isn't a real job, but I would argue it is the most important job. Parents trust their babysitters with their most prized possessions: their children. Being responsible for sustaining another human life has taught me lessons I could not have otherwise learned. So to the little munchkins I have had the pleasure to look after, here is a thank you letter for all that you have done for me... (and to me, kids are brutal).

Thank you for showing me how to use my imagination again. As we get older, we tend to lose sight of the joy that 'pretending' brings, out of fear of looking childish or immature. But I must say, as an adult with so many worries in this world, it is refreshing to not have to be me all the time.... I have had the time of my life as a pirate, a princess, and even a horse.

Thank you for constantly expressing your love for me. Not one meal, hug, movie, or fort building experience ever went unnoticed. You have shown me what it is like to be appreciated, and loved unconditionally by someone too young to fully understand the meaning of the word.

Thank you for never allowing me to be ignorant to the news. Although it's usually the conversations Mommy wishes you didn't overhear, or the pressing story of what you had for breakfast, not a day goes by without me receiving a news update.

Thank you for reminding me to enjoy the little things in life. Whether it be a squirrel crossing the street, a piece of lint, or your own reflection... it never takes much to get you to smile and forget why you were crying SO LOUDLY, 5 seconds earlier.

Thank you for showing me that food can be worn, as well as eaten. There's nothing quite like a mac & cheese tiara, or a spaghetti necklace.

Thank you for reminding me the importance of coloring outside of the lines. Society already tries to fit us all into nice neat little boxes, so you surely won't allow that to happen in your Care Bear coloring book. You have taught me time and time again, that lines set boundaries... and you have none.

Thank you for making me appreciate my own parents a little bit more. You are a constant reminder that there was a time where we all had someone wash our butt, dry our tears, and wipe away our boogers. We all didn't wake up one day with the ability to read, and write, and dance, and sing; it was the efforts of our parents (and our babysitters and teachers *wink wink*) that got us to where we are today.

I love you little munchkins. Keep laughing, keep dancing... and please remember to flush and wash your hands.