Last week was packed with firsts – the launch of this blog, my debut as an author, and a live Internet interview on the Alise Cortez’s “Working on Purpose” radio show.
Needless to say, that week of preparation left me a bit moody. Having my husband, Mike keep his cool while maintaining a sense of normalcy in the household, not only helped me immensely, but gave our kids a break from walking on the metaphorical eggshells that covered every square inch of our home.
A few hours before the interview, I realized that to be successful, I needed to put myself in The Zone. I quickly started taping up numerous old photos of Mom and me on the wall above my dresser. Still, something was missing. All of a sudden, I began to channel Christopher Walken “I need more cowbell”. Out came Mom’s favorite lounge shirt , a multitude of Holy candles in full flame, Mom’s beloved rosary, my old traditional pictures of Jesus and Mary and a larger-than-life framed portrait of Mom. In a matter of minutes, I had managed to erect my own personal shrine. I was set. Then IT happened.
There came a loud knock on the door of my psyche. It was the usual suspects; Doubt, Anxiety and Fear. Uninvited guests that never fail to stop by during my quiet times of vulnerability. Lagging a few minutes behind was Grief. Distraught, I cried out, “Mom! If you were still here, I wouldn’t have to be doing all this! I’d rather be shopping with you, or hanging out on the couch watching HGTV marathons of House Hunters and Design Star, eating Rocky Road! Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart heavy with ache, I whispered, “God, I miss you Mom.” Stillness surrounded me.
“This is the way it has to be, Honey. You’ll be fine.”
I immediately recognized the familiar maternal tone, the rhythm that always defined her reassuring words. The voice in my mind’s ear was Mom. I could feel her presence, sense her protection. Many, many times, she’d promise me that with prayer all would be fine. It was her mantra when a childhood friend betrayed me, when I didn’t make the cheerleading squad my sophomore year, and when I miscarried for the first time.
After thanking Mom for always being there when I needed her, I knelt down and thanked God for taking good care of both of us and for keeping His promise that she’d always be nearby.
My now composed self knew Mom was right. I was more than fine. I was ready!
Listen to my interview with Alise Cortez:
Or CLICK HERE to listen on the Voice America website.
Just made 30 years of escorting little souls into this world. 👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼
In what felt like the blink of an eye, I went from being a newbie to being labeled a “seasoned” nurse. 👩🏻⚕️
So thankful that Tedda Pearson took a chance on hiring me fresh out of nursing school at the tender age of 21.
There have been so many highlights in my career—too many memories to count! But the most special moments of all have been delivering the babies of my family and friends.👶🏽👶🏼👶🏻
I’m grateful to work alongside some of the best doctors and nurses in San Antonio. I’ve grown up with them as my second family, and I wouldn’t be the nurse I am today without them. I love my Main and Metro family so much! 💛
I have to admit, the older I get the harder it can be to handle the stress of a busy shift, sick patients and the inability to eat, drink or even pee. But everytime I leave the unit, I feel good inside knowing that I am fulfilling my life’s purpose with a bladder made of steel. 😳💪🏼
Every step of my journey led me to be the caregiver I was meant to be for my beloved parents and now a best-selling author and speaker for fresh little newbies. ❤️📚💄👩🏼⚕️👩🏽⚕️
I can’t wait to see where my career will take me next. 🎊
Thankful to God for instilling in me the passion to become a nurse. I am one blessed RN! 🙏🏼 ... See MoreSee Less
Always refreshing to see new faces in the world of nursing! Blessed to share my thoughts and professional experience with mindfulness in healthcare. Thank you, Colleen Hernandez for allowing me to speak to these bright residents! 💛 ... See MoreSee Less