Dr. Nanny

by Amy Issadore Bloom

The Sunday New York Times Style section recently ran a little story about the “Nanny Doctor.”

People pay Lindsay Heller $200 an hour to mediate with their nanny. We’re not talking about figuring out how to pay for taxes or health care, or sponsoring someone to reside in the country legally.

This is about mothers who not only struggle with letting go of the notion that their way is the only way, but who also fail to communicate their expectations to employees.

Women who complain about things like this: “She lets Joshua just lie on the floor while she’s drinking her tea. Put some pep in that step. Put the tea down.”

It’s not like this kid is 5 years old, he’s seven months old. What’s a little floor time so the nanny can relax for a few minutes during what is certainly a long and hectic day? As for the “pep” –  the nannies I see have far more energy and enthusiasm than we mothers usually do.

Women are waiting later and later in life to have children. Many are established in their careers, and financially successful. I suspect that a majority of the mothers who seek the expertise of Heller have climbed corporate ladders, founded charities, AND maintained their flawless slender appearance –  and yet, they cannot bring themselves to have a conversation with the nanny about healthy snacks for the children.

The irony of course, is that the people who likely need the most advocating, are those nannies.

That said, I commend Ms. Heller for the outreach she does for nannies – providing affordable weekly support groups, and helping these women learn to advocate and negotiate for themselves.

I imagine the piece in The Times will be great publicity for the Nanny Doctor’s business. If you have the money, why not pay someone to mediate with The Help?

Ideally, the article will motivate people with the resources and experience to do more outreach work on behalf of the nannies – who raise other peoples’ children in hopes of providing a better life and education for their own.





The Wanderer

by Amy Issadore Bloom

(from the February issue of the Virginia Journal of Education)

What happened to Andrew? one of the girls asked. I had lost track of time, and the bell was about to ring. 

“Andrew is missing,” I told the office. Missing? Lost? I wasn’t sure how to word it. It wasn’t that much of a shock, actually. He was just that type of kid. Fortunately, our administrators responded quickly to these “situations” and had a great sense of humor. Humor is essential in middle school, especially with a lot of at-risk students. 

I probably shouldn’t have let him go to his locker…

Read the rest of it here 



Letting Elmo into Our World

by Amy Issadore Bloom


I’m sure it’s normal, but recently I’ve been wondering about my parenting ability. It’s probably because I’m doing the SAHM (Stay at Home Mom) thing, and like any other “job” it has its ups and downs. Only this one is way more emotional, and you can’t take a mental health day.

I constantly wonder:

Is he getting spoiled? Will he outgrow this obsession with elevators? Will he eat fruits and vegetable that don’t come in a squeezy pack again? Will he ever sit still? 

As for the last question. The solution, it seems, is Elmo.

We were those parents – and waited to introduce DVDs until our son was past two. Now, it’s a wonderful break for all of us, and frankly the only thing that keeps him focused for more than 30 seconds.

His favorite program is Elmo’s World. (Though, I have made my folks promise not to buy any talking, laughing, dancing, tickling or otherwise extremely loud and annoying Elmos.)

True – he’s learning about babies, dogs, and the farm! But really, what is the appeal of Elmo? Why do toddlers just love the little red creature? And what is up with that creepy Mr. Noodle character?

I found this article about Judy Freudberg, the show’s creator and writer, to be insightful. Freudberg was one of many creative minds we lost in 2012.


Unexpected Inspiration

by Amy Issadore Bloom

There is a woman who is at our gym all the time. She’s great at the step and aerobic classes that I suck at. She wears perfectly coordinated outfits, has beautiful olive complexion, a knock-out little body, and an accent that I can’t place. It’s easy to notice her because our gym is no frills and casual, as are most of the members.

She is pouty, yet friendly once you get to know her. I always assumed she was the wife of a diplomat, that she had a somewhat charmed life.

We were talking about her daughters (now in their twenties), and about raising children in general. That’s when she so casually mentioned her own struggles – a failing business, cancer….

Cancer? Wait. That didn’t fit my image.

It turns out she’s a breast cancer survivor.

I felt terrible – for what she must have gone through, for assuming to know anything about her life. And yes, for recently theorizing that she had implants.

It’s easy to misjudge people, to create a life for them that doesn’t really exist. But it’s much better to actually get to know someone.

You never know what inspiration they might provide.



Seeking Roomate

by Amy Issadore Bloom

In keeping with the spirit of sharing something light and humorous on Sunday – here is a little something from the Washingtonian: 

“Check Out the Insane Craigslist Post We Found This Morning”


My friend actually lives next to these guys. I swear.




Black Friday

by Amy Issadore Bloom

If you search Black Friday, Walmart on YouTube, you find some really scary and sad videos. (I’m not even going to post one, because it’s just too dark for me to see all the time.)

They look like footage of countries at war, of people running for their lives. Like people trying to escape gunshots or bombs. Like people fighting for their ration of food.

In one particular video that’s popular, the riots are over phones. Phones.

The people acting this way likely have no means to pay for the expensive plan most smart phones require anyway. They probably can’t afford most of the things they buy, even on sale.

I understand wanting to have nice things, to see your children unwrap decadent and special gifts on the holidays, to pretend for just a day that you can splurge on things.

This just isn’t the way. It can’t be.

And shame on Walmart for continuing this tradition. The 2008 death of an employee by a stampede of  “people” entering the store should have signaled the end of the famous sale. It should not have been a call to simply improve security.

Since then, the violence continues – stampedes, pepper spraying, fights, injuries.

It’s ironic that this day occurs just one day after Thanksgiving. When folks sit down to that big family meal, they certainly aren’t saying grace over an iphone or an Xbox.

We should teach our children the true meaning of the holidays, or just don’t celebrate them at all.





Breaking Traditions

by Amy Issadore Bloom


As you get ready to travel or host your own holiday, be sure to read this lovely Thanksgiving article  from Michael Chabon.

  Thanksgiving Is Where the Meal Is





Do You Need Anything?

by Amy Issadore Bloom

It seems that I fell way off the daily posting wagon. We are spending a few days visiting with family, and I haven’t had much time to myself.

Sometimes returning “home” means a regression of sorts to your youth. Sometimes it’s difficult, with strange family tensions surfacing.

But mostly, we just get spoiled and pampered. Offer as I might, we never cook, do the dishes, or the laundry. Plus there are always extra hands more than willing to entertain our son, and to change diapers. It’s pretty nice.

My family spends most of the time eating and talking. “Visiting” – they call it.

It’s hard to get away to write. Truthfully, it’s hard to get away to use the bathroom or take a shower.

Anytime someone leaves the room for more than five minutes another family member will ask “where is so and so?” Or, they will come knock on the door to make sure you don’t need anything.

It’s best to let everyone know at all times what you plan on doing.

I think I’ll just let my family read about what I’m doing now. (And no – I don’t need anything to eat or drink, and I have enough light. Thanks though.)



Mystery Patio Set

by Amy Issadore Bloom

Here’s a sweet and inspiring post storm story.

Samantha Friedman of DC, returned home from work to find this waiting on her porch.

She believes someone made it from a fallen tree.  The story got a bit of local press, but so far no one has come forward to claim the handy work.

You can read the full story here.



House in the Suburbs

by Amy Issadore Bloom


People ask us frequently if we are going to move. We live in a third story walk-up, and don’t have a ton of space, to say the least. Everyone expects you to move to a house in the suburbs once you have a baby. Or really, among certain well planned crowds, before you have a baby.

But, we’ve managed with our son. We love the neighborhood. We can walk to the metro, shops, restaurants, and the zoo. Our neighbors are nice, friendly, and helpful. It’s not a bad way of life.

Though I must admit, I had a moment of longing when we were in St. Michael’s this summer.  My son was napping, and my husband and I were sitting on the lounge chairs out back – talking, reading, dozing off.

It all seemed so perfect. I could picture that suburban life – preparing dinner while our son played out back, having morning coffee or evening wine out there….

No trecking down all the steps, no shared lawn across the street, no strategizing how to get the too many groceries I just bought up the steps.

The thing is, my friends with the house in the ‘burbs, probably don’t spend that much time enjoying their lovely little yards anyway. I can’t picture them sitting out back and relaxing. Maybe they do. But, I suspect the majority spend their free time running errands, fixing stuff, redecorating.

That moment I had, that vision of a different life, happens frequently on vacation. Even vacation with a toddler (though different) is still a vacation – no stacks of mail, no piles of laundry.

It’s just easier to let go of the big and little stresses and relax. That’s the point of getting away. The key is to create those moments of peace and contentedness more often in our daily lives, not just on vacations.