My kids know what I do for a living. It is unavoidable since my career can intrude on their lives at any moment. They know that mommy is a doctor but never at any point have they ever said that they wanted to be a doctor themselves.
Last night, though, my daughter said that she was going to become a doctor and would work at my clinic.
To be honest, I was flattered. I was her hero. Rosy visions of a mommy/daughter clinic flashed before my eyes.
“So we can work together?”
“Uh, no, mommy. You will have to find another job. We can’t both work there. You are a good doctor, though. You won’t have any problems finding a new clinic.”
I am asked a lot if I would encourage my daughter to go into medicine. More than anything, I have worried if she were strong enough to keep it from sucking out her soul. Seems I have nothing to worry about.