The ranting of a mother and advocate for Type one diabetes. The founder of www.diabetesadvocacy.com welcomes you to journey through life with a son with Type 1
Friday, January 10, 2014
Another Day, Another Feather Left Behind
The tree is down. The Christmas decorations are put away for another year. The house is a little bit more quiet now without the steady banter of two young men and the constant opening of the fridge. My children were home for a week and it still surprises me how much I miss them when they are gone.
In one week I crammed in as much mom stuff as I could. There was providing them with food that they love, doing their laundry and sitting around enjoying conversations. We watched the latestHobbit movietogether and all huddled around watching to see our cousin’s name in the credits.
There was the other stuff that moms take care of too like a stop at the bank to fix issues on both children’s bank accounts. There was a call to a meter company to replace theiBGstar that my son refuses to part with even though the display was not working properly. There was also the purchase of the small things needed to make life run just a little smoother that only Mom would think of.
It was a busy week. We quickly fell into the routine of Mom doing more testing and helping with carb counts. I later wondered if I should have offered to do everything for one day to give my son a complete break. I realized quickly that the idea would not possibly work given his current eating habits. He eats 24/7. I would not be able to keep up. It was much easier to offer carb counts and test while he slept in.
Despite delays caused by Mother Nature, my boys have returned to their other home. They are slowly getting back into their routine and I am slowly returning to mine. I still smile however when I see those loose “feathers” in the strangest places. There is a test strip on the floor in my office where they spent hours catching up on the latest season ofSons of Anarchy. There is a piece of an infusion set sitting on a table in the living room. How it managed to end up there is beyond me but there is sits waiting to be used…or find a garbage can.
My new role in my son’s life still leaves me feeling off balance and unsure at times. I continue worry and sometimes feel guilty because I no longer have to think about diabetes 24/7. That is how life goes. We teach our children and then one day have to step back and pray that they have absorbed some of what we have given them…and remember that we are their for them when the stumble or just need a shoulder to lean on.