Finally, A Therapist in the Family
I just got a notice from my niece, Heather of her graduation from Valdosta State University in Georgia with a Master's Degree in Clinical/Counseling Psychology. Congratulations Heather! You make us all proud.
I find this none too soon for we sure could use a therapist in the family. Perhaps, she can figure out what makes her quirky uncle, moi, tick. I just hope she has survived this training without always opening conversations with "Tell me how you feel. No, how do you really feel!" After just a summer training at Boston State Hospital I found myself talking like this. Thankfully, I got over it.
This is a photo of Heather and her Rottweiler, which she sent me a while back to tell me, when the two of them had qualified as a therapist team to visit people in nursing homes. I have been too polite to ask if people find the dog a little scary. Perhaps, their method is "Good therapist. . .Bad therapist"!
Heather is the middle daughter of my brother, who lives in Charlotte, NC. She is the one without red hair. I am not sure if this get her more attention of less. I do know what a burden it is to be a middle child.
The three girls are lovely people and much accomplished in their young lives. Laura the oldest is the lawyer now living in Australia ( I must ask her if she is know as a barrister there). It is Laura who will be getting married in Charotte in October. Andrea is still a student. She is in graduate school at the College of Wlliam and Mary, studying toward a University teaching career in psychology. All three girls are graduates of the University of North Carolina . Andrea has been a competative swimmer during her University career.
Over the years and distance, I have come to know the girls as" Laura, the serious and responsible; Heather, the sensitive, and Andrea, the funny one. I am not sure this is totally accurate. I do remember a very sensitive note Heather sent me at a time I was crazy-depressed.
And Andrea, when young use to speak to me on the telephone in a thick North Carolina affected dialect and ask me if I know what she was talking about. These moments no doubt have coloured my view of them. I wish I had seen more of them over the years for a fuller understanding of them. They are distinct personalities and have become wonderful successful adults.
Perhaps, if I find my way to Charlotte for Laura's wedding I can corner Heather and have her help me explore my psyche. There could be a long line of family members behind me. Oh! she may come to regret her career choice.
May Life continue to bring you much joy and success, Heather.
posted by Tossing Pebbles in the Stream @ 10:56 a.m.
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4 Comments:
If you make it to the wedding Hidden Haven isn't that far away
Congratulations to Heather. And we're pretty close to Charlotte as well. Well, relative to Canada!
Hah! I'm sure it would take more than a few minutes in a corner to unravel you! ;)
I was going to say that you must be so proud but you can tell by reading this how proud you are!
Well done Heather. :o)
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