My mother was an RN when my father met her (youngest RN to be head nurse at the Evanston Hospital Emergency Room [said her son proudly]), became a SAHM after I was born, started doing part-time work when my sister got to seventh grade, got her RN re-certified and became the school nurse for our high school for a couple years (she told us years later that “I learned WAY too much about my kids’ social life in that role,” which I assume actually referred to my sister, since I had no social life in high school, and my sister seriously did), got her Bachelors and then Masters after both her kids were off to college and she went back to Evanston Hospital, became a nursing assistant => head nurse => health care administrator => v.p. of health care for a local retirement establishment (and taking it from one to three locations).

And yet, she could slip into nurse persona at any time, when needed. (Or, from her grown-up kid’s point of view, maybe not so much.) So yeah, the nurse thing, Ann, I get it.