Tommy's Mom

One day my phone rang and it was a mom asking if I could babysit her baby tonight. Luckily, I didn't have any plans. I told her I had a workout at the gym tonight but I’d be right back. She was excited and said she had called around to see if anyone would babysit her son. Her husband had bought tickets to the theater and they really wanted to go see it, but she couldn’t leave him alone. Then she said there was something she needed to tell me. Her son was a little older than the kids I was used to babysitting. I asked her how old he was and she said 19. I was shocked, “19… but why does he need a babysitter at 19?” “Well, honey, the last time we left him home alone, he brought his friends over and made a mess of the house. We can’t just leave him alone. He gets into fits and starts to get a little wild. But you know, he’s a little small for his age, so it’s easy to control him. I know this is harder than your usual babysitting, but if you can do it, we can pay you a hundred dollars an hour.” I thought to myself, “Wow, a hundred dollars an hour, that’s double what I usually get. But it’s still unusual, the boy is only 10 years younger than me. But I’d better put up with it for a few hours and come back with some good money.” “Sure, ma’am, I can take care of your boy.” “Oh, thank you so much, honey.”

After the gym, I went to their house and knocked.

The lady of the house answered the door, and from her clothes, she looked ready to go.I heard the doorbell ring and went to the door. Finding a babysitter for my son has always been a mission impossible. The few who accept are scared of his behavior and never come back. Or the people I call have heard of my son’s behavior before and say no. But this girl accepted, God knows whether she will stay or go after meeting my son. My son is a stubborn child, his behavior is aggressive. He never listens to anyone and thank God we are still much taller than him, so we can control him and protect ourselves. But there is no solution to his attitude. We have no fundamental solution to this problem.

I went to the door and opened it. The girl I saw was very attractive. I am 175 cm myself, I was wearing high heels, so add another 7 cm to my step. However, this girl was still much taller than me. She was definitely over 195, I would say 200. She looked athletic. She had her socks pulled up like a basketball player and her hair tied in a ponytail. Her skin was fair and her eyes were big and sparkling. Her legs caught my eye too, her thighs were quite large. “Hello, ma’am,” her voice interrupted my train of thought. “My name is Rebecca.” “Oh, excuse me, hi Rebecca, come in please,” I greeted her. “Thank you again for agreeing to come.” I told my husband that Rebecca was here and we could go. “Well, honey, both of our phone numbers are on the fridge, call us if there’s any problems. Here’s some money for dinner, buy a pizza or something. Please don’t let her eat sugary things, she’s had a lot of sweets today. Well, don’t let her eat anything sweet here, the fridge is full.” As if she understood how anxious I was, she said in a soothing tone, “Don’t worry at all, ma’am, I’ll take care of everything.”

I thought to myself: What an angel!

My husband came and greeted Rebecca.

Now the hardest part began, introducing my son to the nurse. “Tommy, come down, honey, your nurse is here.” “I told you I don’t need a nurse. You never listen to me.” He finally came down and as soon as he saw Rebecca, he froze. Usually the nurses I brought for him were my own age, but Rebecca was only a few years older than him.