It Takes a Village, and That Includes NanniesKatie J.M. Baker10/26/12 6:30pmFiled to: Nanny murderNanny stabbingnanniesKidsbabysittingtweet58EditPromoteShare to KinjaToggle Conversation toolsGo to permalinkI was raised by nannies. That's not to say my parents weren't incredibly supportive and always there for me when I needed them — they were, in spades — but they both worked full-time, which they couldn't have done if my younger brother and I didn't have someone to watch over us during the day. So we had nannies; live-in help when I was very young, and after-school care until my brother was 7 and I was 11.AdvertisementI loved most of my nannies. They were like family. I'm Facebook friends with a few of them, and one still called me every year on my birthday until recently. But a few of them acted inappropriately. When I was 8, I was obsessed with my nanny, a singer who played me Alanis Morrisette tape cassettes before any of my friends knew who she was, turning down the sound in the car when she sang, "Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?" She used to take me to hang out at a smoky karaoke bar after school, on the condition that I didn't snitch to my parents. My mom didn't tell me why she fired her until years later — it was because she once showed up to our house smelling like alcohol. Another nanny lied about her references — my parents only found out she had never babysat in her life when one of the women she had listed called and confessed that she had never actually been the nanny's employer. The last nanny I ever had casually asked me if I was smoking pot yet and my mother officially decided that I was old enough to take care of myself.It goes without saying that none of these anecdotes come anywhere close to what happened last night, when a mother came home to find her nanny stabbing herself in the neck, her two young children already killed with the same knife. But it makes me think about how my mother didn't really have time to figure out how much she trusted the women who drove my brother and I to school and gave us homemade presents on our birthdays and made us soup when we were sick and told us stories about their own lives. She called references, of course, but she mostly trusted her own instincts. "You do as much due diligence as you can," she told me when I called her today to ask if she felt guilty leaving me at home with women who were, at least at first, practically strangers. "I didn't feel bad if I had confidence in them," she said. "But how can you ever totally trust someone with your children?" I asked her. She didn't really sympathize with the scores of worried mothers out there (on UrbanBaby, at least) who can't justify childcare any longer. "You can get a pretty good sense of someone from background checks and your own observations," she said. "I never thought any of your nannies would potentially kill you. Some of them just turned out to be idiots."