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This post is dedicated to my hubby who has crossed mountains and valleys to keep our little family going.
Our dreams are not ours alone. They are also the shared dreams of the ones who care for and support us in realizing those dreams.
Everyone has such a story. I want to share mine.
My story starts in the year 2000 when I as a young girl, having completed my basic studies and eager to pursue a career in the medical field was looking forward to get an admission in the Christian Medical College, Vellore. I gave my exams, interviews and soon got selected for the nursing program in CMCH, Vellore in 2000.
Life as a nursing student was not easy. We learnt to get to the core of humanity as we were rigorously groomed to become qualified nurses in the future. Each day was a challenge accepted. Every moment taught us something new. I saw everything from the smiles on the faces of parents seeing their newborns to the heart wrenching cries of people letting go of their beloved ones. Nursing taught me empathy, care and sensitivity.
Soon 4 years of studies were over and I became a Registered Nurse, ready to face a world of challenges. I was sent to Kolhapur to work at a small hospital (50 bedded) as a part of my service obligation to CMCH Vellore. There I learnt what it was to live with a meager salary of Rupees 2000 a month. The hospital was a small institution with basic facilities and the clients coming in for treatment were poor and couldn’t afford treatment in bigger hospitals. I learnt that most often the best service I could do them would be to hold on to their hands, empathize and help them recover. I saw happiness and satisfaction in the eyes of my clients. And a sense of fulfillment in me. It made me realize that money or fame is not what gives us happiness. It is the feeling of being cared for, the feeling of knowing there is someone to look up to when things go wrong. That’s all that’s needed to feel satisfied. It also instilled in me the desire to learn more so that I could help myself and others serve people in a better way.
One of the memories of the hospital at Kolhapur is my friendship with the hospital ayah. We became the best of friends. She was a simple lady who chose not to complicate life. Simple things mattered to her. She seemed content with her life.
We cooked together, ate together, worked together.
I got married in 2006 and quit bedside nursing in 2006 until 2014. I did do some teaching in nursing for sometime. In the meanwhile, I had 2 kids, precious little ones God blessed us with.
In 2014, my husband encouraged me to do my Masters in nursing. Since I had lost touch with studies or nursing it wasn’t an easy step for me. But then I was constantly encouraged to pursue Masters by my husband and my mother in law. She told me it was never late to do my Masters. Eventually I applied for my Masters in the US. I was accepted into the program on Aug 2014. My in-laws were ready to support me financially as I took up the program.
I am eternally thankful that I got married to a person who understands me.
But I was worried as to how my kids (Daughter – 1.5 yrs., and Son- 5 years old) would stay without me. How would my hubby manage the kids alone?
But all of these worries vanished when I spoke to my husband. He held on to my hands and said,' You go on and study, I will take care of the kids here.'
My eyes could not hold back the tears as I thought about separation from my husband and my lovely kids.
I reach the US in Aug 2014, and started my program in Nursing Education. It was not an easy journey. There was a lot to study. Pending assignments did take a lion's share of my time and energy.
Meanwhile, back home in India, my pillar of support, my husband took up the task of managing work and kids. Everyone I spoke to in the US, kept asking me how does your hubby manage everything by himself? All I could say is I really don’t know. But I do know one thing, If it was not for him, I would have never ever reached where I am today. I could have never done what he did for me.'
Even now, he makes tiffin boxes for my kids every morning, gets them dressed, drops them to school, takes care of every need of theirs. Often he has to drive to his office and look for a parking spot else he would have to pay a lot for it. He is forced to skip several of his meetings in the office in case the domestic help takes a leave. He sacrifices a lot for us. He selflessly does everything in order to help our small family move on. Each day I am thankful to God for my loving hubby.
I graduated with my Masters in Dec 2015. Now I am waiting for my work permit to come through. Its soon going to be over 2 years since I left my family in Pune. In my dreams I do get to meet them, spend time with them, hug them without any restrictions on time and visa. I believe very soon, God willing I will get to bring my spouse and my kids to this country. I will get to hug them after a long time in person. Nothing will separate us, till then I will wait patiently...
Our dreams are not ours alone. And I want to see many more dreams with my family!
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