Tagalong

When I was in kindergarten my mom went back to nursing school. She'd actually already completed her schooling, but she was going back for a refresher course before she started working again. Although I was still perfecting my ABC's, she let me tag along with her to night classes. While she scribbled notes on her notepad about white blood cells and pulmonary arteries, I sat along side her and scribbled rubbish. I couldn't even read what she was writing. All I knew was that I might get in trouble if I didn't follow her lead. And so I furiously scribbled rubbish for two hours with her.

Tonight I tagged along with Blair to his medical school orientation. Don't worry, I was in fact the only wife there with her husband. That wasn't embarrassing at all [insert sarcasm here]. I resumed my kindergarten position, sat alongside him, and scribbled.

I've grown so much since kindergarten.

This time around I understood what he was writing.

Dream big, kids. Dream big.