On the last day our nanny was with us, it felt like I was standing on the steps of Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane staring up into the sky, the hint of chimney smoke in the air, watching her go. My boys held onto me, their little arms twisted around my legs, each of us still and silent. We were waving goodbye, but none of us could believe that she was actually leaving.
Choosing someone to help me look after my boys so I could return to work has been a long-running, hard decision. For a long time, Team Grandma was my first and only option. But as I watched the tired faces of each grandmother as they dropped the boys back home, and noticed the exhaustion behind their smiles, I knew this couldn’t continue for long.
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