The good, the bad and the ugly.
This post comes after day of hell being super Nanny to a family, a new one, who, while I do love these kids, think their parents are great and enjoy my job, I also just cant help but shake my head at how much these kids have, how little they know about the world outside of their very nice four walls. Sometimes I have to catch myself while doing this and question whether my feelings are fair or if this is how we should all have been as children, but because my life was such a contrast to theirs I just cant seem to work out my feelings on this.
I was raised very aware of what goes on the world, the good, the bad and the ugly. Some of it unfortunatly I learnt the hard way, being abused etc. But the rest was because my parents were very open with us about such things. My dad especially took us to protests, friends houses who were going through crisis and it was always explained to us what was going on, sometimes I must admit this was overwhelming and probably a bit inappropriate for the age I was at the time. But most of the time, I think it was okay, good in fact, as by the time I went to high school I was very aware of the issues in not only my community, but in many parts of the world. I guess though, that my Dad being so relaxed about me interacting with people, trusting people and trusting that I knew dangerous from safe situations a little more than I did at age 11 was really how I got hurt in the first place.
So whilst nannying today, it got me thinking. These kids are not allowed to watch the news. Not allowed to know that violence and "unhappy" things occur. Have no idea that oneday their parents, or me, are not going to be right there behind them when they get into trouble, or to reassure them that things like that only happen overseas, very far away, what will they do?
Is it wrong of me to wonder this? Is it wrong of me to be so judging of such a life? Perhaps if I had grown up this way, so unaware, it would have been a much much easier childhood. Maybe I would have been safe? Ignorance is bliss as they say. But I cant help but shake my head thinking, oneday this is all going to catch up with these kids and be so overwhelming and upsetting, and their whole sheltered little world is going to be shattered when they realise the world we live in is certainly bigger than our little village. Especially for the two girls. I learnt the hard way that girls have a rough road in this country, this world, but I think it is important for us to be aware as young Women of what is ahead of us, so that we can help ourselves and other Women.
I am so torn here. Maybe my own experiences make me so. What do you think? Does it even matter? Is sheltering better than making these kids, girls, aware of the world? The good, the bad and the ugly?
I've never seen any data
I've never seen any data which reflected that being sheltered protected women from abuse. Quite the opposite, really.
I also don't see how you having been would have kept you safe. You weren't made unsafe based on what you did or didn't know, you were made unsafe because someone decided to terrorize and attack you. (And, from what we both know, not your family's awareness of the world as it is, but their denial of same. As well, it seems they chose to trust a little too freely in who they gave access to you: in other words, this has more to do with who they trusted than who you did.) How you got hurt in the first place was that someone identified you as someone vulnerable and available to them -- and your age and gender alone, as well as their access to you via your family, was likely why you were chosen -- who wanted to hurt you.
Obviously, though, parents make choices about what information at what ages they give to children. I don't know how old your charges are, but who knows at what age their parents might deem best to give them more of that information. And obviously, it's a challenge for parents to figure out what lines to draw, and where and when to draw them, and it's also about more than just physical or emotional safety, you know?
(So great to see you writing more, Em!)
Thanks Heather...
Yeah that makes sense. Sometimes I think with my stuff it takes someone from outside the situation to make me see how things really were. Most of the time I am too caught up in it all. But that makes sense.
And yeah, loving writing right now, livivng at home with mum, being back in NZ is so NOT enjoyable, this is always a safe haven for me at such a time.
GBD is Unforgetable Donot
GBD is Unforgetable
Donot watch this movie with commercial breaks and editing on commerical TV. The music, scenes and the characters are classic. Here are my favorites.
Blondie captures Tuco and turns him in for the reward only to pull off Tuco's escape by cutting the hangman's rope with a gun shot and Tuco rides off with the rope still around his neck and his hands still tied behind his back. Blondie then turns Tuco in again with a higher reward which they split. Before the hanging the charges the sheriff reads the charges against Tuco whch are hilarious. Angel Eyes just happens to be there and comments that hangings don't always go off as planned especially when the person being hanged has a guarian angel.
Another great scene is when Blondie leaves Tuco in the desert and Tuco makes it to a town and goes into the general store. The owner is another hilarious character. Tuco tries out the guns, picks his favorite and uses it to rob the store. Upon leaving, Tuco tells the owners to say Ahhh, the owner opens his mouth and Tuco sticks the "closed" sign in the owners mouth.
Of course the music is terrific and when there are lyrics there are so funny. But you have to listen carefully to understand the lyrics, like "Go Tuco".
Tuco's cursing is also hillarious with his mexican accent. There isn't a nasty comment Tuco leaves out.
The next scene Tuco catches Blondie about to shoot the rope off his new hanging partner which Tuco interrupts with deadly consequences. Now Tuco makes Blondie walk thru the dessert. Just as Blondie is about to die a military wagon without a driver comes down the road. Tuco stops the wagon and finds a dying confederate soldier who will tell where he has buried bags of gold in a cemetary for some water. By the time Tuco gets back with water, the soldier is dead, but has told Blondie the name on the grave where the gold is buried. Now Tuco must keep Blondie alive.
Tuco goes to his brother's convent to nurse Blondie back to health. They then get back on the trail when Tuco sees Confederate soldiers approaching. Tuco starts acting like a conderate until the captain knocks the grey dust off his dark blue union uniform. Blondie and Tuco are taken prisoner.
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Indeed, being a nanny isn't
Indeed, being a nanny isn't that easy, especially nowadays. I also had to do such a 'job' when I went on a cruise with the Norwegian Cruise Line. It was as hard as hell. I hope that I won't have to deal with such things soon.


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