Miss--> Mrs. --> Ms. --> Dr.

When I was younger, I lived behind the Junior High School.

My house was almost always filled with friends who’d gotten injured during an after-school athletic event. I cleaned and patched countless scrapes, I assessed strained joints and massaged tight muscles. I gave water and made snacks and advised rest. During these times I also cut hair and endlessly discussed romantic and friend dramas; offering advice when warranted, but usually simply being a safe witness to the pain.

I was told I was a great friend.

I was told I’d be a great wife someday.

I was told I’d make an amazing mother.

What I never heard was that I’d be an incredible doctor.

My greatness was reduced to how I could be of service socially, never how I could make a profession out of my skills. I’ve often wondered if it would have been different had I been a boy...

It turns out that I am a great friend. I like to think I was a great wife (although my ex-husband may disagree) and I am an amazing mom.

I’m now also a pretty darn great doctor.

Choosing to pursue my doctorate degree in Chinese Medicine after a grueling 4 year masters program was arguably masochistic. Especially since this additional degree does not broaden my scope of practice in Texas.

What it does do, however, is give me additional knowledge and skill sets to better serve my clients. It gives me a title that commands more respect when coordinating patient care with Western medical providers. It shows my clients that I care enough to sacrifice more time and money for additional degrees to make sure that they are getting the best me possible.

Also, Dr. Valentine sounds way too good to pass up. . .

I’ll always “just be Jenna” to my clients, friends and family.

I’ll always "just be Mama” to my incredible daughter.

I’m sure some others will have other names for me - some endearing, some not- but…

To the rest of the world: I’ll be checking the Dr. box when it asks for title and that feels worth the effort.

love,

Dr. Jenna Valentine