It’s not goodbye forever!

Leaving a long term position by Fi Star-Stone
It’s been almost eight years since I started my job with the wonderful Hoffmann family, and here we all are, at the end of an era, saying goodbye.
There’s a lump in my throat as I write this, and yet a smile in my heart for all of the wonderful memories I have of such a loving and fun family.
I have given my best and in return they have given me love, and showed their appreciation in so many ways. I have been treated both as a professional and a member of the family. How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
So why am I leaving such a wonderful family?
Handing in my notice was one of the hardest, and most emotional, things I’ve ever had to do. It was such a hard decision, and one I didn’t make lightly.
My husband and I are from Stafford, and all of our friends and family are there. We felt it was time to move back home and with this comes the exciting prospect of opening my own Nursery.
I think I gave the longest notice period in nanny history! Nine months in fact!
I wanted to give them so much time, as they needed to think about what they were going to do. To the boy’s great delight, their father, James, has decided to take over from my nannying duties and become a full time dad!
It’s a hard job being a Nanny, but a rewarding one, and I thoroughly enjoy it. It’s been fabulous watching the boys grow over the years, catching them when they fall, encouraging their steps and using my super nanny powers of persuasion when dealing with the dreaded green vegetables! All of these things and many more have helped them grow into wonderful, polite, well balanced boys that I love dearly.
Some people appear surprised when I say how much I love the boys, but for me it’s part of the process in being a nanny. Mary Poppins would disagree:
‘And what would happen to me, may I ask, if I loved all the children I say goodbye to?’ Poppins, 1964
It’s simply not possible to keep such a distance in this wonderful job. We go into the homes of families, and many of us stay for years. We would have to be superhuman to not form bonds! I love the relationship I have with the boys, Karen, their mother, tells me I’m their best friend which is the loveliest thing to hear.
So here I am in the final few weeks with my little friends. I can’t imagine my days without them, but I’m so happy that they say they have had as wonderful a time as I have.
It’s not goodbye forever, I’ve promised them faithfully that I shall be visiting them lots, and taking them out for tea, and they have proudly declared, ‘we are coming to your new house and having our own room!’
On Halloween, my last day and one of our favourite holidays, Karen and James are throwing me a spooky leaving party. This wonderful gesture means my hardest day with the boys will be cheered up and made easier with fun and games and a firework show! All of the nannies I’ve worked with are coming along with their charges and some parents I’ve formed friendships with over the years are doing the same. The boys are insisting that this year I shouldn’t ‘be a witch again, because it’s not scary anymore, please be something even scarier!’ So my thinking cap is on; maybe something that can hide the tears that will, no doubt, come flooding as I say my goodbyes!
So it’s the end of an era, the end of me being their Nanny, but the beginning of a new chapter for all of us; a new chapter that will be populated with new memories for us to share with each other as the years go by and the boys grow into young men that tower over me.
I would like to take this opportunity to say a great big thank you to Karen and James for their respect, kindness and generosity over the years. I would also like to thank Jack and Ben the two wonderful little boys I have cared for. They are both my dear little friends and it has been a pleasure to look after them for the past eight years.
So, even though Mary Poppins is wrong, I have my own umbrella at the ready; out it pops, and off I fly to pastures new...



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