The waiting game begins...

I had to turn in my application for the nursing program on Wednesday of last week. The deadline was Friday. I *really* struggled with the "Why I Want To Be A Nurse" essay. I don't know why; I'm a pretty good writer when it comes to research papers and essays and such. I just wasn't sure how to start it and I didn't want it to sound like every other essay that's been turned in. So, I sat down Tuesday and just started writing from the heart. Here is what I turned in:

The search to find my career path ended in the tenth grade when I took a required Health Occupations elective. This was my first experience with hands on nursing and health-related careers and I felt a tugging on my heart like I had never experienced before. I plunged in right away, taking in every piece of knowledge possible while exploring all the different facets of the medical profession to find my own personal calling. After becoming pregnant with my daughter, I fell in love with Obstetrics and Gynecology and felt the desire to pursue my career as an Ob/Gyn doctor.

Throughout my pregnancy, though, I noticed that my needs were fulfilled by the wonderful care of the nursing staff at the office. As I started to pay attention to the monthly visits, it became evident that due to such time restrictions, the doctors could not give me everything the nurses gave: they gave their ears to listen to my problems and help with solutions, they gave their eyes to look at me with compassion and treat me with respect, and they gave their hearts to a profession where they could offer themselves in ways that few others can. I realized that my desires were towards nursing and turned my studies towards getting my BSN.

As life sometimes goes, I faced several obstacles on this road to nursing. It seemed each time I got ready to pursue my degree there would be something in the way - building and raising a family, financial ups and downs, lack of time and opportunity, and little outside support. However, this inner desire and drive never died.

My desire was periodically tested, like the time my youngest son broke his leg at eighteen months old. While others were nervous, scared, and unsure of what to do, I quickly but calmly grabbed a small remnant of 2x4, wrapped a sock around it, and splinted it to his leg with an Ace Bandage. There was a time my husband's grandmother needed daily help with her dressing changes and assistance with bathing; I jumped at the opportunity and was blessed each day I was able to care for her.

Having kids has given me a good idea of the nursing profession, as well. Through a never-ending array of sports and activities, we have had our share of injuries in our family. Every day is different, every injury is different, and I just never know what to expect. I always know that I can help, even if I am only holding someone's hand.

Nursing is the same way, which is why the health field is so rewarding. There are so many opportunities to help, whether it is bandaging a wound, lending an ear, or offering support. I find joy in helping others and get fulfillment when I know I have made a difference.

I showed it to the lab professor I had from last semester and asked her to proofread it for me. She was very impressed, which is a good sign. So now, I just wait to hear back from the School of Nursing! Fingers crossed for me....