|Adam in his white coat - first day of residency|
Adam has all but finished his residency. He has hung up his white coat.
I must have blinked.
He's spending this month in training for his upcoming Chief Resident duties, and is formally done with his three year residency in internal medicine.
It was three years ago that we made the monumental (to us) move from Chicago to Seattle. We had finished our degrees, celebrated in Europe and left behind everything we knew and loved. It was time.
Our first year in Seattle was marked by loneliness, change, excitement, new jobs and a big health scare from our cat, Jack (which was traumatic at the time). Last year in Boise we dealt with loneliness, change, pregnancy, adjusting to parenthood, and the intense trauma of my mom's cancer. And now, somehow, it's been almost a whole year that we have been back in Seattle. This time there has been slightly less newness, less loneliness, less change. We came full circle but have landed in a completely different place.
I couldn't tell you just how many hours Adam has worked in the last three years, or how much blood, sweat and tears he has literally shed along the way, but I can tell you he has grown tremendously as a doctor. The wisdom, experience and confidence he has gained is absolutely evident. It has been so much fun to watch. Residency has been good to him, and good for him.
I am so very, very proud of him...
... I am also proud of us.
It has been a hard three years.
It has been a great three years.
It has been a trying three years.
Almost more than anything it has been a short three years.
And just like that they are over.
|Adam's white coat - worn out and hung up|
(I started to cry while writing this post - so make of that what you will).