Originally Posted by bpimommy
One of the things I have noticed since I started was the respect I'm getting from my family members. There is nothing more rewarding than to hear my parents say how proud they are of me. Yes at 36, it still matters what my parents think of me. I guess having dropped out of school 15 years ago my senior year in college always daunted me, having that constant feeling of being a quitter was always riding on my shoulders. Even my children are proud, I feel I like I'm setting a good example for them although at times they do get frustrated when my nose is in the books instead of playing outside.
When I tell others I'm in nursing school, I also get the "I could never do that, or Wow nursing school is tough" but I thrive on that, knowing I can do it.
My husband called me from overseas yesterday and when I told him the final grades I know about at this point, he told me how proud he is of me and I cried. My mom may not say it, but I can tell she is by how she talks about when she was in nursing school - at Norfolk General Hospital in 1953! I wish my dad was here - he'd get a kick out of this. He passed away two years ago and is the prime reason I decided to go this route.
When others find out I'm in nursing school, they either look impressed or say, "Wow" as well.
Your kids are proud of you, even if they don't really know it yet. My dad went back to school when I was little and got an associates degree and then his bachelor's, both part time with three and then two kids at home, back during a time when people were just starting to do it (this was the last 1970s and early 1980s). He was the first one in both his family and our family to graduate from college, and even back then I knew that was a big deal. When I decided to go back to school to start prereqs (I didn't really know what I wanted to do - I was thinking pharmacy) four years ago, he told me that he remembered when he did it, that he'd been afraid of keeping up with all those "kids". He said it took about two weeks to figure out they'd have to keep up with HIM.
I remember him sitting at the dining room table, studying; I was about five. He'd let me sit with him and look at his big art history book (I wish I still had that book; I remember it well). I was a pretty rambunctious kid, but I would sit there quiet as a mouse, looking at the art book. I thought it was neat to do whatever Daddy did (I was the baby and definitely a Daddy's girl). He worked his behind off and now I know that he also taught me a lot in the process.
Your kids are proud, and they're watching. They may not know it now, but they're learning something very valuable from you. Trust me.
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And that IS NOT a negative comment, it's reality. It isn't necessarily the studying, it's everything that comes along with it. Anyway, I am having a wonderful challenge in my life right now, and it's so true......."Nothing good ever came easy" Peace and love!
