So, a year ago today, I stepped into the classroom for my first day of CNA class. I've learned a whole lot in the last year and I still have a whole, whole lot left to learn. There's more to this than picking out permed hair and wiping bottoms.
Today is also my mom's birthday. She would have been 61.
Mom was an LPN. I remember seeing her in her white nursing uniform. I don't remember if she still had to wear a nurses cap back then. I can't imagine having to run around and keep a hat on my head. Most days I'm glad to have my hair left when shift is over.
I used to have a picture of my Grandma, who was an RN, when she graduated from Loyola University in Chicago. Like most things I used to have, it's been lost over the years. My sister is "the keeper". For me, it's a good day when I can find my ass with both hands.
Birthright is defined as any right, privilege, or possession to which a person is entitled by birth, such as an estate descendible by law to an heir, or civil liberty under a free constitution; especially the rights or inheritance of the first born. I don't know that you can say that being in nursing is my birthright, but it seems like that's where I belong. Even on a bad day, something always makes me smile. The joy I get when someone is comforted by my actions is worth everything to me. The paychecks I receive are important, but not as important as going home knowing someone feels better because I was there that day.
Our lives are bigger gifts than they appear to be. Not just to ourselves, but to everyone around us. Even the lives that are cut short or seem to have no good purpose are gifts. It's hard sometimes to remember that, but the truth is the truth regardless of how strange it sounds.