For Christmas the year after Callie moves back to Seattle, and they get back together and become a family again, Arizona gets Sofia specially made, child-sized scrubs in exactly the same navy blue as the attendings at Grey Sloan Memorial, for no other reason than she thinks it’ll be cute and she knows their daughter loves playing doctor. Callie swipes an authentic scrub cap from the intern’s locker room to complete the outfit, and from that day forward whenever Sofia has to come to work with one of them she insists on wearing her scrubs cause “I’m gonna be a surgeon too!”.
Naturally everyone at the hospital thinks it’s freaking adorable, especially because she also gets her first pair of heelies that Christmas and becomes a miniature version of Arizona speeding along the hallways.
(Callie swears her hair is turning more grey by the minute every time she sees her in those damn sneakers, but she can’t help but love it all the same, because every day she reminds her more and more of Arizona.)
Sofia tries to convince her moms to let her watch real surgery after school, but that’s where they both draw the line – they know she’s smart, but they don’t want to traumatize their eight-year-old with actual open bodies. They get her anatomy colouring books instead, but when they’re not looking, she convinces her Uncle Alex to sneak her into the gallery anyway.(And she thinks it’s the COOLEST THING EVER. It 100% cements her dream to become a doctor just like both her moms.)
When she graduates med school years later, Callie digs this photo off her hard drive and has it printed (they have a framed version in their bedroom already), and they slip it into the card they leave at her apartment the morning before they depart Baltimore to go home. Sofia opens it later that day, after she drops her moms off at the airport, and when she turns over the photo she sees a message in familiar handwriting that makes her grin from ear to ear.
“Guess you won’t have to sneak into the gallery now (don’t think we didn’t know.) Love, moms.”
When do you throw in the towel? Admit that a lost cause it’s somethings just that? There comes a point where it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore. So we give up. That’s when the real work begins. To find hope where there seems to be absolutely none at all.