On a surprisingly brave day, I took you kids to Seven Peaks Water Park.
All five of you!
It was proof
that I can still do hard things.
And you know what?
It really wasn't that bad!
(I did have help, however, thanks to a good friend.)
Sure, I tested you about half a dozen times,
and your BG rode high the entire time for some baffling reason,
but we made it!
It was one small step forward,
hope for our future.
Wanna know the best part about the last horrendous month?
Watching how people have rallied around you,
particulary your older siblings.
Golly they love you.
Kendra has learned how to test your blood glucose level.
Alli has learned to count carbs.
Andrew will scoop you up and carry you to me when you fall.
And Colby, only five, has learned to watch for your lows.
One day as we drove in the car, Colby said with an edge of urgency,
"Mommy, Ty dwopped! His wevows dwoopped!"
I looked in the rearview mirror to see you
drowsily drifting into a heavy sleep.
(He had clearly listened when we reviewed the signs.)
I knew I had just tested you and your "wevows" were fine,
but it brought a sudden lump in my throat
and tears to my eyes.
Like I said,
Now and always.
Diabetes or not
you are one special boy.