Happy Mom’s Day

Nothing compares to saying “I love you, mom” knowing she has everything she needs …

to care for the lawn and yard, knowing her power tools and lawn mower are in tip-top shape.

Happy Mom’s Day!

Guys and boys – Remember mom gets the best steak off the grill, medium-rare*, the premium beer dad has squirreled away in the back of the fridge, and all of the other extras served on celebratory days. Mom also expects her kitchen to be clean and spotless at the end of the day.

Graphic courtesy of RepairClinic®.

*It’s been determined by grillmasters a medium-rare done steak is the best – perfect flavor, tender, melt in the mouth quality.

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New Trails

They have prepared themselves for this moment. They have studied much. They have studied hard. They have been inspired. They have inspired.

Our daughters have been accepted into two medical school programs, the University of Colorado School of Medicine and the Long School of Medicine at UT Health in San Antonio. Both programs are excellent, and have produced outstanding MDs. One of those outstanding MDs is Laurie, Tara’s mom, who studied at UT – San Antonio. Andrea graduated from the University of Colorado nursing program at the BS and MS level. The inspiration for our girls is understandable.

University of Colorado Health Sciences Center, Anschutz Medical Campus (Aurora, CO)

University of Texas Health Sciences Center (San Antonio, TX)

Choosing to pursue a career in medicine, or in the hard sciences, is not surprising. Deborah and Elizabeth, mom in nursing, dad in chemistry; Tara, her mom a trauma surgeon. Their essays on “what I want to be” in the 6th and 7th grades suggested a percolating interest. Becoming a professional equestrian, not so much. When their riding began to click, and making the jump from above-average novices to dominating juniors, the prospect of riding professionally became a little brighter.

We have encouraged our girls to follow their hearts in following their dreams. Moreover, we told them do not wait for a role model or a trailblazer to emerge – otherwise you’ll be waiting forever. “It is not much different from riding,” Mark and Trish have said. “If you want to be in any field, you must learn and study as much as you can, then always work to give your best.” Both Mark and Trish have always placed a premium on education for their young riders, and to encourage them to think beyond equine sports. “It’s okay to have dreams other than horses and to pursue those dreams.

entering the quad, University of Colorado School of Medicine

the quad and medical classroom buildings, seen from a lounge area in another medical classroom building
University of Colorado School of Medicine

In their individual interviews with both programs, our daughters were asked, “Why medicine? Why don’t you stay with riding?” Though the question came across as dismissive, our girls handled it with their usual grace. “Medicine and riding are much alike,” they proffered. “There are no guarantees. In riding, you always give your very best effort, every time, in the show ring. In medicine, a doctor must always give their very best with each individual patient. Anything less, you don’t belong in either field.

The pursuit of medical careers does not imply our daughters are finished with their riding, or taking a hiatus from the sport. They still plan to compete, but on a less expansive basis. It made choosing which school to attend fairly easy, the University of Colorado School of Medicine. They’ll be close to home and they’ll be close to their horses.

Deborah, Elizabeth and Tara are clearly excited about the journey they will soon embark on. They understand there will be long days ahead, yet they have not been wary of hard work. We could not be more proud and excited for them. Mark and Trish have no doubts they will succeed. “It is in their blood.

Ride now, ride forever

 

Photo credit: The photos used in this post are courtesy of the University of Colorado School of Medicine and the Long School of Medicine, University of Texas Health Sciences Center – San Antonio.

 

Snow Day

A rare day off for the ‘rents.

playing in the snow: while Laurie blows a handful of snow, Andrea stands behind her, ready with a snowball

The snow came in the overnight hours. Not too much, about two inches. Amazingly, Laurie was able to blow the wet snow. Its consistency much better for making snowballs and snowmen and snowwomen.

We’ll grow up one day. May be tomorrow.

Clocking

Miss Calico’s clock says it’s 8:53.

The Tidy Cat clock says it’s 10:17.

Perhaps the musical question needs to be asked, like the band, Chicago, asked here.

Side Note

My sis, Ginny, won a pair of tickets to attend the informal show Chicago was taping at Caribou Ranch, near Nederland in 1973. The show was on her first day of class, at the start of her sophomore year in college. Ginny was wondering who she could give the tickets to. Though I raised my hand high, she thought about giving the tickets to her best friend. Her friend couldn’t take them because she had to work her shift. Ginny, reluctantly, let me have the tickets. Nancy and I skipped our first day of school (high school) to attend. We met the band during one of the taping breaks. Better yet, I got a kiss from Nancy for a great day.

Two

“Do not let these instances define, or govern, your life.”

Today marks the second anniversary of my mom’s passing. She, undoubtedly, would ask how the second year went. It went well. Many good memories abound. Mom would be pleased.

She knew about the ranch project – when it was an idea, then bringing forward the plan. Though we had wanted to bring her to North Ranch, mom passed on the idea several times. She was quite satisfied with the array of photos, with photos of the interior and the wildlife among the last batch three weeks before her passing. We are certain she would’ve loved the place. “Are you sure about living out there?” she’d probably ask with a smile.

On this second anniversary, mom would lend a piece of advice. “Do not grieve more than needed. Life is for living. Live it to your best.”

Love you,  miss you.

xo

 

Remembering

By Lauren Westin, MD

I’ll walk with You wherever You go
Through tears and joy, I’ll trust in You
And I will live in all of Your ways
And Your promises forever

Jesus I believe in You
Jesus I belong to You

 

A sense of quiet.

It doesn’t happen too often in our home. Taking a break from the homework, I gazed out the window. In the distance, a pair of deer grazing at the edge of the woods under an overcast sky. “She would have loved it,” I thought.

I understood the moment. Andrea came into the room. She noticed my tears. “Are you okay?” she asked.

I nodded yes. “And, there they go,” pointing to the deer. I told Andrea how much her song at Mass meant. Her voice, so lovely, so tender. “Anytime,” she replied. “Time for a Deborah hug.” I couldn’t help but to smile.

We miss you, mom.

Laurie
xoxo

Note

The stanza is from the song, “With All I Am”, composed by Reuben Morgan. It was sung by Darlene Zschech with Hillsong Australia in 2004, which can be viewed here.

About the author

Lauren Westin is a practicing trauma surgeon  with University of Colorado Health, and an Associate Professor of Medicine at the University of Colorado School of Medicine. Her certifications include trauma surgery, trauma medicine, and microsurgery.