Apparently I don’t have any pictures of me with my mom on my computer. So instead, here’s one of Pace and his Grandma when we stopped by the Indian Head Union Hospital on our way out of town during a recent visit to Grandpa and Grandma’s.
Technically, my mom “retired” from nursing a few years ago (I swear I attended a party and everything!) but sometimes you wonder if she’ll ever retire. She loves her job, the patients and the contribution she makes to the community (hmmm, I didn’t go to nursing school but library school doesn’t seem so far removed from that value system at all!)
I’ve always taken a great deal of pride in that, it doesn’t matter which person from Indian Head or area that I bump into – a new guy on my rec hockey team, someone I meet at the library, a person I’m interviewing for a magazine story – if they’ve spent any time at the Indian Head Union Hospital, they speak highly of my mom.
The guy who showed up to play hockey with us was the funniest. Once we figured out that he grew up in a nearby town which led to talk of my parents and what they did, he goes “Oh yeah, I remember your mom. I had a really bad chest infection so I got admitted the hospital for a week. Your mom was the only nurse who wouldn’t let me go outside to smoke! Probably a good thing when you think about it. She’s could be a hard-ass but she’s a great nurse!”
I couldn’t say it better myself. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Love you!