They tell you in nursing school that you will eventually find your passion and the thing you were meant to do. I was lucky enough to find that before I officially became a registered nurse.
During my practicum I met the sweetest little boy. The boy that lit up the world with his smile and his baby blue eyes. The boy that always made everyone laugh even when he was at his weakest. The boy that always wanted an adventure and loved to ride in his car. The boy that could make you do anything by the words “stay” or “go”
I met the family that encouraged me and let me not only learn, but love their little boy with my whole heart. The family that always told me I could do it and never once failed in their faith of me and my abilities as a student nurse. The family that didn’t view me as a “student nurse” but as a nurse and someone who loved their little boy.
I went and saw him on my off days. We played with bubbles. We watched paw patrol. We colored on the desk and made hats out of gloves. We played with cars and trucks and fire engines galore. We drank sweet tea and ate French fries. We had late night talks and laughed through it all.
I learned very quickly that nursing isn’t just charting and IV’s and procedures. It was getting to build a relationship with your patients and their families. It was finding what you truly love and flying with it. It was happiness and heartbreak all in one.
This little boy and his family may never know how much they mean to me. They led me to my passion and the thing I fight for the most. They gave me my love for nursing back. They showed me what unwavering love and faith looks like.
Today, two years ago, this sweet boy went to be with the angels. This day two years ago, my heart broke and I know it will never be whole again. A piece of it will always be with him.
In his short three years of life, he gave my life a whole new meaning and new perspective. I am forever thankful to have been able to love and care for him for the time that I did. I miss him daily and the hole is still felt very deep to my core, but it’s his love for people and life that allow me to push through and become a better person, a better nurse, and a better advocate.
My heart will forever be broken and I am okay with that. Being given the opportunity to love this boy and his family will always be worth the pain and the pit in my stomach. I cherished every moment with him and his family and I know that I was truly the blessed one to have been a part of his life for a short time.
Thank you for everything sweet boy. I miss you every day handsome. Fly high and beautiful. I’ll see you soon. ❤️
Finally “Just” A Nurse 
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