I had the honor of attending a nursing pinning this weekend for some of our Associate Degree in Nursing grads. They did an amazing job on the ceremony and I became a bit on an impromptu speaker due to some crazy traffic and the scheduled speaker being held up. It reminded me of a post from many years ago regarding my own pinning after graduating from nursing school. Post from my It’s Another Boy blog.
The boys and I went through many adventures in their early years, but none so exhausting as nursing school. I started school when Matt was 6 months old. I had actually enrolled to begin National University for an Accounting Degree to begin after Matt’s birth. I had these incredibly caring nurses when I delivered Matt; it changed the course of our lives forever. I came out of the hospital with a new career goal – to become a nurse. I was taking courses at Grossmont College six months later.
Matt was 6 months old when I started school and 4 1/2 years old when I completed. We were on AFDC (Aid to Families with Dependent Children) for a total of five years. It was one of the best days of my life when I got my first nursing paycheck and I could walk into Social Services and say that we didn’t need help anymore. I worked while in school but as a Work Study at the college. I was blessed to have the job – the office that I worked for always worked with my crazy nursing student schedule and they built my confidence with their continual encouragement.
I was a 4.0 during all of my prerequisites (Chemistry, A&P, Microbiology, etc…) and dropped to a firm B when I actually hit my nursing classes. I couldn’t pull an “A” out to save my life! At that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to pass! The boys were always a source of motivation. We needed to have something to survive on and I was not going to stay on State Aid any longer than absolutely necessary. It plays a bit with your head.
This was one of our happiest days. When you graduate nursing school, there is also a nursing pinning ceremony. Typically, it is a nurse who pins you but my school did not have that requirement – so I was pinned by the ones that got me through school – my three boys! I think I came away a bit scarred on my chest but proud none the same! After four years of endless studying, clinical rotations, and sleep deprivation, we were done. There are many stories to tell about things that happened during this time and afterward, but after looking at this picture, I remember how much we were in this together. The boys supplied my need to do well; I don’t think I could have done it without them.
This picture will always be one of my favorites. It wasn’t just my celebration that day. It was one for all four of us…we were on our way to better days, although when looking back, what we had was pretty good even then!