Nurses Heal the Soul

20130703_172914Friday is my mother’s birthday.  She is in her seventies and a retired nurse.  Nursing is in her blood, heart, and soul.

My mother left nursing to be a stay at home mom with her first born, which was me.  Although she was not at a hospital or in a nurse’s uniform, she had plenty of opportunities over the next eighteen years with her four daughters to put her nursing experience into practice, until the day when she would return to the career she loved.

I loved being sick!  Upon being diagnosed with an ailment, we girls would be ordered by our very own “nurse” to put on our pajamas and go straight to bed.  The pampering would begin.  Our mother brought us soup and crackers on a bed tray.  She took our temperature every hour and poured our baths for us.  She brought us our medicine and changed our bed sheets.  At the time I thought every sick child in the world received the same treatment I received from my mother.  She never complained.  She was patient, gentle, and kind.  Whatever we asked for while sick; she was happy to accommodate.  What a gift!

As our nurse, she tended to our physical needs.  As our mother, she tended to our souls.  She made sure we attended mass every Sunday.  We witnessed how important prayer, the rosary and Bible were to her daily life.  She shared stories from the Bible about Jesus and our mother Mary as well as bearing witness to the Saints and their intercession for us.

Once I was married with my own children, I realized the sacrifice my mother made to leave the job she loved and to care for us so tenderly when we were at our worst!    I am so happy that she did return as a labor and delivery nurse when her children were all of school age.  She made quite a difference in the lives of many patients and their little ones.  Good mothers must make the best nurses!

Nurses, however, do not make the best patients!

We had a scare this past week when mom had to be admitted to the local hospital for tests on her heart.  She had not been feeling well for a long time.  It was a bit of a struggle to get her to admit she needed to be admitted to the hospital.  Once a care-giver, always a care-giver.  She is not comfortable with receiving care and being the patient.  The Lord gave her plenty of warning signs and she finally listened.  She now has been diagnosed and is receiving the correct treatment.

Having been in the company of plenty of doctors over the years, my mother understands that the one True Great Physician and Healer is the Lord.  Our God does use people and situations to have His Will known.  We are all His creations and He has a plan for each of us.  It is a blessing when we are given the insight into what our Lord has planned for us.

We all have God-given gifts.  My mother was given the gift of lovingly being able to take care of the sick. That was her calling and she obeyed.   My earliest memories are of my mother daily making trips to her mother’s house where she would give her insulin and check on her health.  I can always remember her caring for elderly neighbors and family members.    She has taken the gift God gave her and given it to others.  Even though she is now retired, she is always there for a sick friend or family member.

Mom,

Thank you  for your loving care.  You have been  a great role model for your girls.  We are all better mothers because of you!  It must make you very proud that one of your daughters has followed in your footsteps and is following God’s call to also be a nurse – to help heal souls!

Enjoy your birthday.  Take it easy and rest.  If you need some loving care, I’ve been taught by the best!  I will be there, as will all your daughters.  You’ve had fifty years of caring for your family – it’s time you were treated to some pampering!

C’est Bon

Love,

Sherry

 

 

 

 

 

Go Jimmy Graham!

Jimmy Graham | New Orleans Saints

Jimmy Graham | New Orleans Saints (Photo credit: Football Schedule)

Since it is Halloween and I am thinking about my two grandkids, I decided to share a cute story concerning my four-year-old grandson.  I will call him Luke.

My daughter and her children live about an hour away from New Orleans.  The New Orleans Saints are very big in their home town and we are all Saints fans.

Earlier this year, my daughter’s husband adopted a dog from a local shelter.  The shelter had named the dog “Jimmy Graham” after the Saints’ tight end.  Jimmy was a beautiful dog; however he was also very busy and was routinely eating up furniture, doors, and walls…  My daughter worked with him as best she could, but in the end the family had to say good-bye to Jimmy Graham when they found him a new family with lots of yard for him to play in and be mischievous.  Luke took the good-bye the hardest.  He made friends quickly with Jimmy Graham and being a four-year-old boy, was likewise mischievous.  They were in a way “kindred spirits”.

Along comes football season.  My daughter and family were watching the New Orleans Saints in their living room.  The kids were playing nearby and could hear the cheers and jeers depending on how the game was going.  It was not long that Jimmy Graham, the Saints football player, caught a pass and was headed for the goal line.  My daughter and husband were yelling, “Go Jimmy Graham!”.  This immediately caught the ear of Luke, who jumped up in front of the TV and yelled out in amazement, “My DOG turned into a MAN?”.  This was followed by, “…AND HE’S A FOOTBALL PLAYER?… GO JIMMY GRAHAM, IT’S ME LUKE!  I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”.

Luke’s love for his dog was so great, that he did not mind the separation if it meant that Jimmy Graham could become a man!

I just love kids.  They see the world through eyes that are so innocent and so loving. Pure Love. Love like God intended it to be.

I will be watching the Saints this weekend.  I will be rooting for Jimmy Graham…  but, it is Luke who makes Grams proud!

C’est Bon,

Love,

Sherry