It can be extremely difficult.
But our “hard day” at home does not compare to Mama’s “hard day” at work.
Mama is an RN and a
nurse manager in the ICU.I don’t know how she has the mental fortitude to continually show compassion to patients and their loved ones, going through the worst time of their lives… every day.
To comfort, reassure, and (if needed) mourn with families, all day…
Only to come home to “us” and whatever “Ausome” things we are dealing with at home and be “Mommy…”
And then get up the next day to do it all again.
I don’t know how she is able to find so much emotional energy. Or how she is able to still function after so many years working Critical Care, but we are so grateful to her and all the other nurses out there, who continually sacrifice for the care of others.
We literally couldn’t do it without you.
Thank you.
(Love this from Carrie Cariello)
I’d love to take a moment and acknowledge nurses.
My mother had a nurse named Bruce. He was so gentle, so loving.
When she woke up briefly, he fed her ice chips from a spoon.
He smoothed her hair back from her
worried brow.We are not a touchy family. I can think of maybe a handful of times when I hugged my mother or kissed her cheek.
Standing in that hospital room, I desperately wished I could be different. But death doesn’t change the fabric of our familial landscape. We are who we are.
Thank you, Bruce, for doing what we could not do ourselves.
Thank you for helping her transition with grace.
{ My sister and I. I think I’m about eighteen in this picture. }