Speaking of Nurses

Since I've been thinking, and even writing, about nurses lately, I was thinking now what a good nurse my mom would have made.  She was so calm and able to deal with whatever crisis that was handed to her.

I was remembering especially the time we had visitors, a family of four.  As I remember, it was a mom and dad and son and daughter.  I think the dad's name was Cecile and that is the only thing I remember about these people.  I have no idea who they really were or why they visited us.  My brother and I and their two children went out to play in the field beyond our property. We had to duck under a barbed wire fence.  I don't know when the accident happened, whether we'd been out a long time or not, but the little boy got himself snagged by the barbed wire.  He got cut at his eye.  When I saw him, blood was over his whole eye area.  I thought he had gouged out  his eye.  I know we ran him back to the house, calling for help.  I was thinking that I'd go back and look for his eye.  The grown ups came to see what was happening. The boy's mom lost it, --she was beside herself with concern.  My mom just calmly took over.

She took the little boy into the house, wiped the blood away to find a little scratch.  His eye was fine.  He was fine. She had everyone calmed down in minutes and had the little boy's wound tended to well.

Mom always  had a good head for emergencies.  I've often remembered the event where most of us got so excited and scared by the surface wound and Mom was so level headed.  If it had been a disaster, she would have still handled it well.  I often wished my mom could have had nurses' training. She'd have been a really good nurse and she would have felt more fulfilled in being able to help many people. As it was, she truly did help many people, but in a different way than nurses help.  For many years she brought order and calm to my life.

Posted by: NJ on 12/28/2004 9:47:47 AM , 3 comments