I’m one of many folks that are taking part in the 2nd Annual D-Blog Week that Karen Graffeo at Bitter Sweet is so kindly hosting on her website this week. If you haven’t heard of it – check it out - see what we’re all doing – and perhaps get involved – come on don’t be shy!
The topic today is about “ admiring our differences “ – and at first I was stumped by this topic (I never did well with assignments at school) and then I realised that I had written something similar a few weeks ago (Dear Parents of Diabetic Children) without even knowing that I’d be writing a similar story again this week. My mind was aflame with ideas of who I admired the most out of the many diabetics that I have met over the years since I discovered the D-OC. There are so many, but I think what has struck me the most over the year is the parents of diabetic children that I had come to admire the most . Why? Well, my parents (mainly my Mum – as my Dad was working) that did the best that they could with what information was available when I was diagnosed with diabetes in the 60’s. They were pretty well in the dark with no online groups for them to join up to like we have today, so they did the best they could that was provided by CDA/ADA and the hospital that took care of my diabetes in Ottawa. Personally, I think they did pretty well even when they tried to hide away the sweets from me in the top cupboard (I took my shoes off before getting on the counter tops to retrieve those goodies – me who is afraid of heights – the call of the “unforbidden” won over my fear).
Nowadays, parents of diabetic children have so many tools at their disposal – so I sometimes think it is more scary for the parents seeing their children’s blood sugars (BG) going up and down like a roller coaster ride and the fear that because of that horrible things will befall them (loss of eyesight, kidney, etc). I wonder if sometimes having too much information isn’t a good thing. I mean, my parents didn’t have all those tools, but in the end, I’ve turned out okay. Yes, maybe I’m abit of a screw ball with my fantasy of wearing a cape/mask – but it works for me.
So, to all you D-parents out there – and you know who you are – I raise a toast to you in your everyday challenge to ensure your little one(s) are living the most out of their life. If you love them and let them be who they are without stifling them, they will turn out fine. I still wonder if my Dad was happy with my spending the CSB’s he’d saved for my “further education” on a motorcycle instead – I know I was pleased as a little kitten <lol> – and I’m still alive despite a few miscalculations on a sharp turn in the road at “x” amount of speed!