Being a nurse.
I’m thankful for that.
When I had graduated high school and realized that massage therapy wasn’t really for me, I felt so lost. I remember sitting on the floor of my mom’s office at her old antique store near tears saying, “I don’t know what my future looks like. I can’t be a waitress forever.” For me, that’s scary, because as long as I could remember, I always had an idea of where I’d be a year from now or more.
My mom, very plainly, looked at me and said, “I’ve always thought you’d make a great nurse because of your caring nature.”
I looked back at her and was about to say something, then I stopped and realized, yes, that’s exactly what I’m meant to be.
Not a few months later did I apply to school, get accepted and go on a very long, hard journey to become a LPN.
While I get it, I get it, I should have been an RN, that’s neither here nor there. At the end of the day, I’m still a nurse.
When I was asked why I became a nurse later on, the fact remains, “Because my mom said I should.”
Do I always do what my mother says? No. But the difference here is that she believed in me and never stopped even when I said school was just so hard. And while I know that that’s part of a mother’s job, to support and offer kind words, the difference was, she really, truly believed with all her heart that I was meant to be a nurse. It wasn’t like she was supporting me getting tattoos or a new car, she was supporting me with what she believed to be the right thing for me.
Yes, there are days when I’m so frustrated with a certain patient or the general madness of a work day, but at the end of the day, I may have possibly saved a life. Or made it better. Or just made it easier. And that’s OK with me. That’s enough.
Because how many people can say that?
Despite if a patient has insurance or not, is on welfare or not, has a roof over their head every night or not, I still give that person the best care I know how. I don’t judge someone based on who they are or what they do, I look at them based on labs and xrays and what I need to do to make them better. With a smile. (Most of the time.)
And you’ll be hard pressed to find any other nurse who would disagree.
I was raised with a level head on my shoulders. I carry that into who I am as a nurse. I don’t force being kind or happy. It’s who I am. And as a nurse, I am thankful that I get to use both my own charisma and knowledge to make someone’s day better. That is who I am, and that will never change.
So being a nurse is what I’m most thankful for today.