After coming off an incredible break with my family and friends I am left with a new perspective and excitement for 2019.
This wasn’t how I was feeling 20 days ago when the semester ended though. The weight of the profession was weighing heavily on me.
We meet with parents who are crushed by our words because we might be legitimizing some of their greatest fears.
We attempt to collaborate with principals, teachers, and diagnosticians who may see our efforts as in direct conflict with theirs.
We pour hours into an evaluation to have an insurance group deny services because of how they interpret some small wording.
We claw our way through the paperwork and meetings to dismiss 1 child as several more join our caseload.
It is worth it.
Because we serve real humans.
Because lives change due to our direct actions.
Because even though we get frustrated and exhausted and fed-up and overtaken by emotion, it never affects the children we serve. The buck stops there.
It is all worth it.
We are privileged to love what we do.
We are privileged to be valued professionals.
We are privileged to hear “thank you” more than “forget you” or something worse.
If you have friends or siblings or spouses that are not healthcare workers then you know that this is truly a rare thing.
Every moment is worth it.
If I get to spend another year, now 2019, caring for others then I am the real winner.
My problems will always seem insignificant.
I will always have a finish line in May and December.
I will not fully grow up (burping is still really funny).
I will buy groceries and pay my rent but I will not trade my waking-working hours for some distant happiness.
Joy is a child who can communicate what she wants.
Keep fighting the good fight.