If Urban Babies Could Talk

urbanbabyI do my fair share of babysitting and I LOVE it. I love kids because they have the ability to live in the moment, 100% of the time, and they're able to suck you into that world. If you're taking care of a child and you're not living in their moment, the kid better call for back up.

I'm always in awe when I'm driving to a babysitting job and I'm thinking about any number of things that could be plaguing my mind that day, but when I walk in and see Patricia, Bradley, or Zoah* my problems dissolve. My biggest worry is now their biggest worry, and that's usually whether or not they'd rather read their Thomas book or play in their sandbox on the balcony, whether they should watch Yo Gabba Gabba or The Mickey Mouse Club.

I love sitting for urban babies. I love how I can push them along in their strollers that cost as much as my monthly rent and have better shocks than my car, and when they fall asleep, they don't even consider waking up when the brown or red line goes barreling overhead. Michelle Sinclair Colman wrote a book entitled Urban Babies Wear Black. So maybe the title isn't totally accurate. But do urban babies do yoga? A lot of em do. And do urban babies visit galleries? Yep, I think so.

If you're an urban mother, what do you think your kids do that same-aged suburban kids don't?

*at the request of their social media reps the names of individuals have been changed to protect their identities

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