My sweet mom headed back to her home in Namibia yesterday (Monday) and I miss her terribly. She has always been a close confidant with whom I can share anything. (of course I miss my dad too! But I've had my mom in Texas, a phone call away for the last 5 weeks.)
Sunday, she and I talked and folded clothes (a way women fellowship, I'm not sure what the guy equivalent is) and of course my scrubs were wrinkled because I left them sitting for too long. My sweet mom insisted on IRONING my scrubs! Who irons their hospital scrubs?
I think she did this with mixed motivation: partly because she wants me looking my best always, even at work where she thinks I may run in to an available doctor ( of which, for the record, there are none), and partly because she just wanted to find a way to love on me. She was definitely successful in one aspect: I certainly felt loved as I walked into work Monday morning in my freshly pressed, ceil blue, Cotten scrubs, all the way up to 12pm when my last patient of the morning pooped on them. Awesome.
I hope my mom realizes how loved she (and my dad too) is as she is flying into South Africa right about.....now.
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4 comments:
ironing = act of love! Miss you mucho!! Love you, Em!!
scrubs are already kinda like toilet paper anyway though, aren't they?
Apparently, in the patient-world, "scrubs" are synonomous with "toilet paper", and "PT" is synonomous with "one who waits on me hand and foot."
oh, geez, are you serious about hte TP and PT comments? I am amazed that patients would think that way...but then, I'm not in the med world. Sounds more like a definition for a momma...keep the heart on the right path!
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