At the end of it all they got to write about whether or not they wanted to be a 'person who helps people' and which one it might be. She's never before had any inclination towards being a doctor. Usually she declares she wants to be a teacher. Or the closest she's ever been is when she decided she would rather be a nurse because "the uniforms are better".
In fact, once I even overheard her praying "please God don't make me be a doctor like Mummy because it seems like a lot of hard work, and you don't get to spend a lot of time with your family. Also I don't want to get blood on my shoes." Ahem. There's a reason why I no longer wear suede shoes when I'm on labour ward. But that's a story for another time!
So when she wrote a letter at the end of term stating that when she grows up she would like to be a doctor I was quite surprised. Granted, the letter went on to say she wants to be a doctor so she can drive pretty shiny Ambulances.... but hey... it was a first!
I've never been one of those parents who dreams their kids will follow in their footsteps - I would prefer that she listen's to God's calling on her life and follow her passion. And I obviously know with experience all the downfalls of this profession (as I sit here on night duty writing this!) so I certainly won't be disappointed if my girls don't become doctors.
But it was a story worth documenting, a fleeting moment captured. I put my page together using the inspiration of the latest sketch challenge at Paper Stories. What a super-fun sketch! It sure pushed me out of my comfort zone, and whilst I'm not 100% happy with the outcome I'm happy with the process, and that's gotta count for something ;-)