During my first nursing course, the professor assigned my class the task of writing our personal goals for the RN program. We were directed to explain how these goals might relate to our current life experiences and how we hoped to be remembered related to the impact we would have as nurses upon the lives of others. At that time, the words directly reflected my hopes and experiences resulting from my 30 years of caring for children. These sentiments continue to be consistent with my current aspirations.
To the children I have known: held the hands that reached for assurance. I hope that I taught them trust. I provided a voice when they had none. I hope that I taught them strength through my advocacy. I was continuity for those seeking stability, a compassionate presence who listened and cared. I hope that I taught them to move forward into their lives with confidence. I encouraged them not to build a box, but to see beyond its borders. I hope that I taught them to envision life's limitless possibilities. I encouraged uniqueness and the individuality of each human spirit. I hope that I taught them joy. And when these grown children smile at a story they learned long ago, or hum the tune to a song they learned from somewhere, or, most important of all, grasp a hand that reaches for theirs...I know that I am remembered.
In my current position as a Nursing Supervisor for Unaccompanied Refugee Minor and Domestic Foster Care youth, I care for children who have experienced trauma from the violence of political unrest and domestic abuse. By advancing my own education, I hope to have the opportunity to establish policies that will positively and directly impact these most vulnerable of clients.