02/19/2026
Story time: (true story…)
My oldest son was in preschool. Quiet. Shy. Sweet little guy.
The kind of child who did not voluntarily speak in public…EVER.
His teacher asked the class if they knew what their parents did when they went to work. My child… Shoots his arm up like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment... pick me! Pick me!
Teacher: “OK… Ryan… Please share!”
And he was full-on confidence of a four-year-old in a Batman suit: “I don’t know about my dad… But my Mama... she sells drugs!”
Pause. Silence. Blink. Blink. 👀
Now, to be fair, I was… And still am… A licensed, registered, degree-earned, board-passed, legal medication-dispensing pharmacist.
L O L. Gave the teacher a good chuckle. 😂
What I love about the story is… To my son, there was no stigma. No awkwardness. No shame. What he saw: he saw me helping people. Sick people that needed medicine to feel better. And he saw his mama helping that happen.
And honestly? That perspective… It’s still grounds me. I’m no longer behind the counter in a pharmacy, I’m now working with midlife women navigating a monumental hormone shift in their lives.
But, the mission hasn’t changed. Help. People. Feel. Better.
I’m pretty sure that teacher went home with a story to tell that day… And somewhere, in a preschool classroom in small town south Georgia, my mission was laid out clearly by a sweet, shy, quiet, little boy that really loves his Mama. 🩷 .rr .c.fowler