I had quite the babysitting business back in my early teen years. In the past couple of years I have watched the dojo baby and it made me kind of amazed that I looked after infants as a young age.
I don't recall thinking of it as being trusted with another's life. More that I got to play with this kid for a while.
My most traumatic experience is a toss up between two situations. Once the kid was sick and the toilet backed up and I'd never plunged a toilet before. I didn't want to leave the kid alone but I didn't want the parents to come home to that mess. The other trauma came when I was left with a pair of siblings and the mom had made a point of telling me there was a pizza to microwave for dinner. Seems simple but the pizza was much larger than the microwave. I was stumped for quite a while and felt bad cause I didn't know what else I could feed the kids. Finally one of them told me that "mom cuts it up before she puts it in the microwave". Oy.
"It is the height of hubris to think we could [destroy the earth]," Beard told MinnPost, before saying that even devastating nuclear events shouldn't cast doubt on his theory that the earth can always be repaired.
Oh, the
earth
will be repaired in a couple of million years, but the
humans
just can't seem to hold out that long.
And if he wants to ignore all the passages about stewardship that's fine, but it doesn't make him much of theologian if he does -- so he should probably zip it.
As far as babysitting... I'm doing it right now, AIFG.
I did a lot of babysitting, too, starting at 10 as a "mother's helper," through post-college. I would totally babysit more now if more of my friends with babies were local.
My "babysitting" was all chaperoning. Has its own perks and downfalls.
I started sitting at about 12, including quite a few late Saturdays with the worst toddler in the world. Her parents paid double what anyone else did, and I was the only one who would babysit her. I was always exhausted afterward.
I started babysitting at 12, too. The scariest incident I had was when I was 14 or 15 and a 2 year old choked on a piece of hard candy. I knew how to give the Heimlich so I did and she was fine, but her lips turned blue really quickly! Once she was fine, I just held her and rocked back and forth and tried not to lose it in front of her.
I was babysitting outside the home at 10 or 11, and watching my own sibs while my parents went out by 12 or 13.
Dear lord! We have to leave in about 40 minutes, at the latest, and two of the reports are not completed. STRESS BALL ARGH!
Skimmy skimming to post this link to a fascinating article about the "Crying Indian" commercial. [link]
And I kind of like this one, that NC made a few years ago. [link]
I went to pick up the van at the dealership. They didn't even ask my name--they just handed me my keys when I walked in. They said they were expecting me--the tow truck driver told them to look for the lady with purple hair.
Then the service desk guy told me he actually said, "I've never seen someone that old with purple hair!" But the service desk guy said the tow truck driver was ridiculously young.
Ouch.
