So, what about these two crazy girls?
I call them “the girls” or “my girls”
They were 3 & 5 years old when I met them for the first time. I was leaving France to be an Au Pair in Ireland.
The first months were terrible. They could not stop begging for the previous Au Pair to come back. I was left on the side.
I remember this year as one of the most challenging yet the most fabulous one.
It was challenging to look after two little girls, to get used to a new kind of education, to understand and speak a new language, to find my place in a family and outside.
It was fabulous, cause with time, the girls and I, got used to each other and had much fun. I met sweet and lovely boys and girls. I did party more than I ever used to. I felt in love. I let love go. I travelled and enjoyed every day.
It was challenging when one of my best friend lost her dad, challenging when my grandad passed away.
It was fabulous to be able to express myself in a new language and be free, free and safe, free and at peace, free and dancing.
I stayed Au Pair one year. And I lived in Ireland five more years after this introduction year. I was part of their everyday lives. I was blessed to see them growing up. I was there every time a new Au Pair would show up in their lives. We were sharing something special. I was there for first day class in September and for Holy Communions, for Birthday and Pyjama Parties.
I spent my last days in Ireland with them. Their smiling faces got rid of the tears on mine. They are “my princesses”, “my girls”.
Two weeks ago, I took the plane again, back to Dublin. All the sad years are nothing compared to the love for this place, compared to friends & these two girls, now in their teenage years.
I arrived late and the keys were in the flower pot outside. This is my family across the sea. When I arrive in their place, I feel at home. In the morning, I woke up early and when I went down the stairs, I heard their footsteps. They rushed into my arms. I felt blessed.
Credit Image – Eleanor Bridge