Babysitting has been my passion in life since I was 11 years old. I have recently been caring for a child who is hearing impaired. Sign language has always been an interest to me and though I am not fluent, I feel that I know enough to get by. My brother who has Downs Syndrome was a fun and constant companion to me growing up through the years. When twins were born to my cousin I cared for them while she went to catch up on her teaching job at the local school. It was a challenge caring for twins, but I am thankful for the experience. It included making bottles, feeding and changing diapers, and holding them; making them feel loved. I have watched as many as six children before and though it was quite a handful the task prooved to be invigorating and tiring. (which is not a bad thing) When dear friends of mine went out of the country to adopt they left their 8 year old under my care for 3 weeks. I lived at their home, made simple dinners, made sure homework was done, did laundry, cleaned the house played games with her, and got her to bed in the evenings. I loved every minute of it. The realization of how big of a responsibility I have never leaves me. I know how important it is to keep children safe, loved and happy. I treat them and love them as if they are my own.