Today she is a Third Year Resident. I cannot explain in words how much pride I'm feeling today! My Catholic school upbringing kicks in and it feels sinful, but I don't care. I'm so proud of her. My daughter is now at the pinnacle of all those years in school and training; you will find her largely in charge of the ER shifts and mostly instructing the new interns. When she was in nursery school, I gave her a Native American name - "Girl Who Stands With Hands on Hips." From the beginning, she liked to give direction. My beautiful girl is in her element; like a ballet, she will be choreographing much of the activity in her very busy ER. It's funny because I don't think she wears anything different, no outward sign to the patients and staff of her new status, her last year in training. No pin on her long white coat. My daughter, the bride-to-be will still dress in blue scrubs, with her "Love Child" tee shirt underneath, and her cordovan/blood colored clogs. She found that any other color would invariably show the usual red trauma stains. And she'll pull her hair back into a ponytail, pop in her new contact lenses, walk into the Nurse's station and give Magnolia a big hug hello. She's a "macher," the big Kahuna. It's like being in 8th grade finally.
The flooded basement has been rehabbed and is being painted. We joked about how much room she'll have once it's finished. The dogs will be able to use the doggie door, the exercise bike can be plugged back in and we'll see if it still runs. Did I tell you this Nashville flood was the second time the water rose to meet her? She was in 7th grade when the December 11th No Name storm hit; it happened so fast they didn't have time to name it. We were living on the Jersey Shore right off a tributary of the Shrewsbury River, three miles from the sea. The tide and the moon were aligned and no one saw it coming, waves of brackish sea water hitting our house and taking our cars. It was the 100 year storm our realtor had told us about, like it would never happen in our lifetime. And we just happened to be in Vegas baby, at a conference. The kids were home, with a babysitter who thought they should go to school that morning.
My daughter caught the whole thing on camera, she filmed the flood and you could tell, even at 12, she had more sense than a certain sitter. She helped her brother find Wiley Coyote and put the dogs in the laundry room with a week's worth of food. My handsome, tall son who was 7 years old at the time, never let Wiley out of his sight for a year after that. An ER nurse/friend rescued them with her firefighter husband. It took us three days to get home because Newark was shut down. And the funny thing is, her residency director is sending her to an American College of Emergency Physicians (ACEP) conference in Vegas right after her honeymoon. I think we should meet her there, and reclaim that trip we lost so long ago. Go to a rodeo, see a big show. Cirque du Soleil? I wonder if Bette Midler is still there? J'adore Ms "M" but I hate gambling, I usually make my $20 donation. I wish they didn't Disney-up Vegas but I'm fully prepared to let what happens there, happen.
Next week the Couple will arrive for a Tastings Weekend. They are flying in very late Friday night and here is the itinerary:
Sat - Early City Farmer's Market
9:30 am - Anita Gupta cupcake tasting
Lunch on mall and walk thru 2nd Street and rooftop terrace
4:30 pm - walk thru Carter mountain with Shawn Cosette / tent, music, ceremony
7:00 pm Dinner and tastings at L'etoile
Sun - Noon meeting with Jack Looney Photographer
I also adore all my vendors! Things are looking up and floods are behind us. It's all coming together. Oh, and if you'd like to support Nashville flood relief by buying a tee shirt, here's the link: www.nashvillefloodtees.com
No comments:
Post a Comment