On April 1, 1988 I gave birth to one of the most precious baby girls in the whole entire world. After laboring for 28+ hours, I wearily held the beautiful life my husband and I had created. As I peered into Martia’s tiny face, my heart held so many dreams for her.
One of my many dreams for Martia was for her to find her way in life and be happy. As a mother it was so hard for me to sit by and watch her fumble along the way as she decided what she wanted to do with her life. Lord knows she changed her major so many times, I didn’t think she would ever graduate! Well, she did graduate and became a pre-school teacher. Which by the way, wasn’t even her major…go figure.
About two years into her teaching career she tells me, “Mommy, I want to go to school for nursing.” I wanted to roll my eyes way in the back of my head. You see, I had strongly suggested to my child that she go to nursing school after graduating high school. But nooooo, she didn’t listen to me. I didn’t say, “I told you so.” I did what any good mom would do. I supported her decision to go to nursing school.
She applied to nursing school and was immediately accepted. As her mom and a nurse, it was such a cool experience observing her as she journeyed through nursing school. I would get so tickled as she shared the happenings of her clinical days in the hospital.
If I must say so myself, my daughter was a stellar nursing student, earning her two commendations from the dean of her nursing school. Each time for alerting the RN she was working with of life threatening situations in a newborn and an adult patient. What can I say? She comes from good stock. 🙂
By the time I publish this post, Martia will have graduated nursing school with honors. I’m so proud of her. And I cannot…will not… deny the fact that I’m thrilled she made a choice to follow in the footsteps of her mother and maternal great-grandmother.