I love coming home to my family after a long day at the office. My son is often in the exersaucer or in his highchair, my daughter is running around the main floor like a lunatic, and my husband peers his head from the kitchen and says, “Mommy’s home!” My daughter then stops, says a quick “Hi Mommy!” then proceeds to run towards me and practically tackles me with a hug. I haven’t even closed the front door yet, let alone taken off my jacket or boots. My son looks at me, gives me a huge smile, then up go his arms and he starts vocalizing. It’s clear he wants me to pick him up. Once I do, he gets really quiet and content. It’s quite the scene and it makes my heart beat a little faster. My kids. My family. My life.
Coming home to a happy place helps erase the difficulties of my day. Family medicine is quite rewarding but the challenges are, well, challenging. I deal with the terminally ill, the narcotic-addicted, the depressed, the general walking well on a day in, day out basis. I see patients that are bullied in their workplace and come to me for stress leave. I see patients whose marriages are falling apart and they come to me in hopes that I’ll give them some secret answer to fix their life, their situation. I’ve heard some people suggest that doctors have a God-complex. It’s no wonder, when our patients think we can solve their problems! It saddens me to see so many people who are fundamentally unhappy with their life. They struggle and strive for some brass ring, then wonder why they’re not happy when they get it.
It’s something I wish I could instil in my patients. That to be happy with your life, one needs to be happy period. When you can look in the mirror and like the person looking back, only then will the pieces of your life finally fit. Surround yourself with positive influences. Surround yourself with love. Life is so fleeting, our time on this Earth is short. Live in your happy place. I certainly do.