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being known is being loved

"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"

being known is being loved.

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As a C.N.A, I'm often told, "oh, so you wipe ass for a living?" No, sir, I do so much more than that. My job is to love the sick, disabled, and elderly.

As a C.N.A., I am:

• A hair stylist

• A manicurist

• A comedian

• A waitress

• A housekeeper

• A FRIEND

• A daughter or granddaughter

• A comforter

• A "pick me up"

• Someone who LOVES them

So, no, I don't just wipe ass. I'm here to wipe their tears. I'm not here just to pick them up when they trip and fall, I pick them up when they're down in the dumps because their son or daughter has broken the promise to come see them for the third time this week. I don't just assess my residents. I have conversations with them and get to know them as people. I don't just provide care to my residents, I LOVE them. I don't just comb their hair, I'll French braid it and spray it to make sure it stays, because she likes her hair "plaited." I don't just serve their meals, I'm there to watch over them and jump into action if someone were to choke. I don't just put them to bed, I tuck them in, I kiss them goodnight, and I tell every one of them that I love them and will see them tomorrow. I don't just see they're having a bad day and realize that it's just part of being in a rest home. I talk to them, and I laugh with them. I make them feel loved. I'll be honest with you, it IS a messy job. I deal with more feces, urine, and vomit in a day than most people do in their lives, but here's the thing: that's not what I am here for. I am here for the sweet souls I've grown to love over the course of my career as a C.N.A. (my residents). And even though there are days I get so flustered and just want to scream, it makes my heart glad to know that my residents see me and know I'm someone who will take a few minutes of her busy day or shift and sit with them to paint their nails, and let them paint mine, because i can see how much light it brings to their day. She'll say "I'm sorry, I'm not too good at this anymore." "That's okay, Miss Doe, it looks lovely. Thank you so much."