My stepdaughter, Logan, was seven when she discovered her life’s calling. During a parent career day at school, she learned about obstetrics and by the end of the day, she decided she wanted to deliver babies, become an obstetrician.
Logan has always been fascinated with babies. At five, she received a most realistic life-sized doll complete with a stroller. She faithfully fed, changed and rocked the doll, in addition to pushing the stroller with baby at the mall. The surprised looks and double takes kept us amused for hour.
Her vision never wavered. Logan volunteered at birthing centers, watched marathon TV shows on hospital deliveries and shadowed OBs at various hospitals. She graduated high-school early and earned a scholarship to college, where, not surprisingly, she declared pre-med/biology as her major. She became a Certified Nursing Assistant and got a job at the University Cancer Hospital. It seemed that her life journey was laid out and ready to go.
Then the speed bumps popped up – despite working with prestigious study groups, Logan’s MCAT scores did not reflect her ability well. She was disappointed to miss out on the initial round of medical school applications but remained firm in her dream. She decided to pursue a Medical Masters – the equivalent of the first year of medical school. Logan earned her masters with all As and a B – we were all certain that this would be the stepping stone to medical school.
But we were disappointed. Even though she made the waitlist for her first choice school, there were no available slots. We were stunned at the setback. Logan, however, remained focused. She followed up with the med school recruiters to determine what else to do to ensure entry. She took on volunteer work in a research lab and worked two jobs to pay-off her Masters Degree. She even earned credits through volunteer work to become a Vet Tech. Through all the extra work and delays, Logan never lost sight of the dream.
And then on September 21, that dream became a reality. She was accepted in early admission at her first school of choice – on her 23rd birthday. It took almost three years of knocking on the door of opportunity but she never gave up. The power of her dreams kept her motivated when life’s interruptions tried to interfere.
I am so proud of our daughter. The experience has been humbling and exhilarating, frustrating and empowering. She has emerged a stronger, more resilient woman who has faced losing her life’s dream – but did not surrender. That’s the power of her dream, and she is an inspiration for her dad and me.