Another day, another million things to do.
You sneak in, watching them sleep,
relishing those last few moments of normality
before the diabetic day begins.
On tiptoes, with hope that they sleep through it this time,
you creep to their bedside,
and kneel beside the sleeping angel,
the only light in the room coming from under the door...
and the backlight on the glucose meter as you test.
As you wait the long 5 seconds for a result,
your mind wanders,
and you are in awe at the peace on the face of the angel YOU created,
the angel sleeping beside you,
and your heart is in turmoil.
A result,
and this morning, for a change,
no correction.
You sneak out, heading down to the kitchen,
For there is another busy day ahead of you.
Another day of weighing and measuring.
testing and adding,
frustrations, celebrations,
tears and joy.
Another day of wondering.
Another day of looking at the miracles given to you by God.
Another day that you just do it,
just do what you have to do.
Another diabetic day.
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Kit - this is simply beautiful. Thank you for writing it. It's so hard to let them know how much we really appreciate them, as the parents of kids with diabetes.
Oh, this is beautiful, Kit.
I can't really figure out how my mother did it all - how my father did it too (only not as full-time) - how my friends in the OC an on T1P do it. I hate this thing more for all of them than for me, for sure.
Kit,
THANK YOU!! I loved this and want to print it out to put on my fridge. You write gorgeous poems. For someone who doesn't have kids, you know how to see through a parent's heart :)
Kerri and Nic - thanks. I don't think I could ever thank my mum and dad properly if I tried.
Shannon - your post about the hot chocolate really got to me. You mums and dads amaze me, the fact that you just do what you have to do, no matter how it hurts sometimes. Truly, you guys are my heroes.
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