My job is the kind where you have a calendar with set dates and times of patients you’re going to see, but it’s merely a guideline and it can change with a blink of an eye. And it usually does.
Today was one of those days (after a long break, naturally) where you go in, get excited you only have 3 scheduled patients, but your 9 hour work day turns into a 12 hour work day, before you even have time to decide if you’re going to have a hot pocket or a salad for lunch.
I work with kids. Young kids. I hear and witness sad, unthinkable, and terrible situations. I drive home hating humanity and wondering – why am I required to obtain a license to drive a vehicle, hunt, fish, and own/carry a gun, yet people are allowed to procreate without question?
Then, I walk in the door, see my husband cleaning up spilled milk and a ketchup covered face. I hear my daughter practice counting to 100 in the shower and I’m reminded that there is good in this world, and it can be found within arms reach.
I can’t control the bad but I can help the broken. I can’t stop people from being awful, but I can help prevent the manifestation of an awful person. At work, at home, at the grocery store, the gas pump… anywhere, really.
As my daughter’s bed time routine came to an end, I told her to pick out a book to read. She picked me to read to her tonight. Big deal in this house, we never know who she’ll pick and I can’t help but feel like “I’m the favorite” when she picks me. For one night, anyway.
She chose… Love You Forever. Only the best book of all time. Even if the true events behind it are super depressing. She knows the book by heart and we always read the same lines together:
“He grew, and he grew, and he grew”
“…and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth”
And of course…
“I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.”
There is nothing in this world that holds more value than me and ‘A’ laying on our bellies in her bed reading this childhood staple together. There is nothing that could cure the emotionally and mentally draining day like today, except my child and this book. There is no better reminder than the pristine demeanor of my soft hearted child.
There is good in this world. Some days its just a lot easier to find when you’ve felt the weight of others troubles on your own heart.