This holiday season we discovered and completed a marathon watching of BBC's Call the Midwife. I'm not sure why I enjoyed it so much. But I think it's because it reminded me of my mom.
My mom was a nurse , the series takes place in the East End of London in the 50's. My mom became a nurse in the 50's also, though she never birthed any babies! I remember her when I was very very young going off to work in her uniform her starched white dress white hose white shoes and that white nurses hat and in the cold months her nurses navy blue wool cape. I remember how she came from work with the smell of hospital. And she'd come home wash up and change and smell like mom again. I was thinking about this today and I could smell that all over again. I watched nurse Jenny ,Trixie and Cynthia and remembered my mom's stories of her early nursing days all living in the same nurses quarters going into Baltimore on a Saturday night to dance. I see there strength, compassion, heart and I see my mom. I love tv.
Nurses are amazing creatures. When my mom was leaving us and her nurses found out she was one of them, they became even more amazing. We had no idea they could be any more incredible than they already were. When you have nothing left to do, no place to be, no book to read. Pull Call The Midwife up on Netflix. And that's all I've got to say about that.