Understanding this story is quite simple, but you would need to have a sister who was a nurse, know a nurse or work with a nurse to fully get this experience.
It appears to have all started in 1968 when I became her science project. I was searching though a box of pictures of my mothers the other night and found a set of black and whites that made everything clear. My sister is a nurse and I was a science project for her growth and development class. The series of pictures tell a riveting story of the development of a three-year-old. Unfortunately, there was not nursing documentation to go along with the pictures but it was easy to figure out the plot. The story seems to go something like this….
Apparently three-year-olds are quite bossy when then play with their friends from the neighborhood. Seems like they talk innocently but non-stop. Red wagons made of steel where the best and brought hours of fun. Best this is the socialization stage.
Being able to change your pants after a hard day at play was critical according to sister the nurse. A little chubbiness makes pants snapping a challenge but this little guy is motivated because its is almost lunch.
Lets face it, if you know anything about nurses they are obsessive about hand washing. Apparently 3-year-old hygiene is another critical stage of development. Sister the nurse has taught this little guy to wash his hands like a surgeon.
Eating a well-balanced meal is critical for development. Looking at the lunch of this little guys explains a lot. No judgement, just saying…. That looks like pot roast, mashed potatoes peas and dinner roll smashed with butter. The perfect lunch for a lumber jack. Not a chance there is going to be any spillage on that white shirt.
A perfect analysis of the human growth and development has been captured pictorially in my sister the nurses photo journal for nursing school. Would you give her an A?
Having a nurse as a sister has always been handy. My sister the nurse was always there to:
- put a band-aid on my skinned knee.
- take a nail, glass, sliver out of my barefoot.
- treat my cuts.
- take my temperature and put a wash cloth on my forehead.
- pick me up in the street when I broke my leg.
- cut my toe nails and sometimes my toes…ouch.
- take me to the emergency room a few times each summer.
- take me for rides in the car.
- leave me treats on the kitchen table.
- move me to college.
- worry about me.
- call me everyday to check on me.
- hold my hand.
- cry with me.
- laugh with me.
- love me.
Even though I was her school research subject, I am very lucky to have a sister, especially one that is a nurse.