My first experience abroad as a babysitter was in Paris with a 2-year-old boy in a marriage between a Parisian woman and an Argentinean man.

The boy in my care was totally attached to his parents, he understood a little Spanish, English and his native French. I came with them because they gave me asylum even though the family was in the process of moving, since I was on a trip through Europe.

The couple's friends wanted to give them a farewell and they agreed to be able to attend, but they came to the conclusion that only one should go and the other stay with their little one. I imagine they didn't want to tell me anything, since I was on vacation and it must have been a shame, but I took the liberty of intruding and offering my support so that they could attend and enjoy together. Which they accepted and had a great time.

The farewell at night with his parents was dramatic, since I knew that when they left he would stay and his usual nanny would arrive.
We made a strategy to keep him entertained while they left the house. It took him several minutes to realize that his parents were no longer there and he started throwing a tantrum, banging on the door, and really crying very loudly. I was a bit nervous, since I didn't know any other language but Spanish, so the neighbors would call the police or ask me what was going on and I couldn't express myself. As soon as the little one started to pay attention to me, I started to distract him, and to say that we were going to go look for his parents, I put his shoes on him, and while he was entertained with an animation video that I found for him, when he got distracted, I took off his shoes again, and when he realized, he wanted to start crying, but I confused him a little to know what I had done with his shoes, so we started to look for them and when we found them we did the same dynamic, over and over again, about three times, since we changed the videos for songs from animated films, especially a song that he really liked, I learned it in Barcelona, ​​and it was in Catalan, it was his favorite song for a long time according to what his parents told me.

The experience was a little intense at first, but it didn't last long, but the solution and connection that we obtained that night was very nice; When he arrived with his parents and saw my shoes and I wasn't there, he would start looking for me, and the day I had to leave I almost made him cry, he waved goodbye to me, he didn't stop looking at me and he called me to go with them.

Within that experience, there is one more little one that I would like to mention: I accompanied his mother to go pick him up from his daycare, we went in to look for them and while they were giving their mother a report of the little one's day, waiting for her to free up, suddenly all the little ones that were there at the daycare, approached me as if I were a big candy, it was something very strange, very emotional and that gave me a lot of tenderness especially, one little girl who when I was leaving, confused me with her mommy and cried when I left later, we met them in the supermarket and she let go of her mother's hand to go with me, I felt a little uncomfortable, since being abroad I don't know what the social reaction is, however, they explained the situation to the woman and we were all laughing. (Curiosity: she and I did not look alike, maybe I was her nanny).