Mothers make up a large part of our practice. We see young mothers with babies and older mothers sending their children off to college or for their first real job. Some come in for “Mommy Makeovers” to help their tummies and post-pregnancy breasts bounce back. Others come in for Botox and fillers to look as young and energetic as they feel.
As rewarding as my career is, I would have to say being a mother tops that. Our son is now in college, and our daughter will leave for college in the fall, so next year will open a new chapter in motherhood. This year is a time of reflection as I look back fondly through the years of mothering minor children.
Because my husband and I are in practice together, we were able to control our schedule so that one of us was available to pick up the kids after school. While it worked, it wasn’t always smooth or easy. Both our children attended daycare full-time before starting kindergarten, and they absolutely loved their days there. So it was a shock when our son started kindergarten, and he cried and screamed and clung to me as I said good-bye, unlike any other child in his class. The teacher reassured me he was fine once I left, but I was quite shaken, as he repeated this behavior daily for two weeks.
On one of those days, I was late to work, and I apologized to my first patient of the day, M.D. She kindly reassured me my son would be fine. A good day for her daughter was when she stopped crying by noon, but before long she loved school. I will always remember M.D.’s kindness to me.
Many of our patients are nervous about having surgery, given that they are mothers with dependent children. I reassure them that we take our responsibility very seriously. Safety is our number one concern, and we require our facility, equipment, standards, and staff to be excellent enough that we would put any family member on our O.R. table. We understand the responsibility of taking care of mothers.
This blog is dedicated to the mothers who go about their daily work, who love their children, change diapers, offer comfort, and guide their sometimes wayward teens. Each day those actions may seem minor and insignificant, but after eighteen years, mothers have guided and taught a baby, a child, an adolescent, until finally they have launched an adult into this world. That’s a lot to be proud of.