Cooking with Sam.

For those of you who may not know, I have had the pleasure of being a nanny for the past two and a half years to a little boy named Sam. One day per week, I travel towards Rosemont with Jim and then watch the little guy for the whole day, while his mum and dad work (his dad is British, hence the mum).

He was born on March 11th and I started watching him when he was only about three months old. He makes me laugh and started early on calling me “mantha,” which is what my niece and nephews call me.

He knows words like weed whacker, lawnmower, crane, bulldozer, and phoebe (his cat). We attend a cooking class once per week together, where he eats most things, while I “design” them. We’ve had our fair share of funny looks when I tell people that my name is Sam and so is his. (They seem to think I’m his mom.) I even had someone say how “trendy” it was to name a son after the mother. How nice. Ultimately, I’m flattered, as one woman put it, “You take such good care of him, like a mother. I would never have thought otherwise.”

We take occasionally trips to target to look at “Vaccies” and try on funny hats. I also found out that he will be a big brother sometime in June (a blessing considering that his mom experienced a miscarriage late last year). I love him and spending time with him and would hope that for the short time I am in his life that he will always remember me, his Mantha.