October 17, 2013
Diabetes in the Back Seat
If you’ve ever read my blog, seen my Facebook posts, or met me in person, then you’ve probably picked up on the fact that I’m a die-hard Bon Jovi fan. Love, love, love the music! It’s truly dope for my soul. And, the fact that Jon is so danged pretty really helps! I’ve been in love since I was 13.
Fortunately, I’m married to the most awesome, secure, and understanding man. He lets me jam to the music (he digs it, too!) and he doesn’t care if I fawn over Jon. He knows it’s all fantasy, I’m just having fun, and I’m coming home to him every night because he’s really the only man for me. Needless to say, I’ve raised my kids on Bon Jovi. Since 2011, I’ve been squeezing in a kid to a concert. Now, first, this is Mommy’s “time out” (and limited funds), so the chances to squeeze them in are limited. And, with so many kids, I’ve had to work them in over the course of different tours.
I took my daughter and her fiancé to Dallas in 2010. They truly got to see one of THE BEST shows I’ve ever seen Bon Jovi perform. Bon Jovi loves Dallas, so it’s always a great show! Even if you’re not the biggest fan, you really have to appreciate what a great performance it is. On March 17, 2011, I took Kyle for his 13th birthday. He’s my mellow-jello kid. He didn’t dance and sing, but he liked it.
This year, I took my “music man” Jace to OKC in honor of his 10th birthday. HE loved it! He danced, he sang, he clapped. He made every penny worth it! It’s so fantastic to see pure joy in your child’s eyes and to have something to bond over. My twins were a little miffed that I was only taking Jace, so I had to explain that I’d get to them in due time.
Frankly, I felt intimidated to take them. Not because I don’t think they’ll have fun, but I was very worried Diabetes would rear his ugly head and ruin the concert for all of us. I feel ashamed of myself when I feel compelled to skip something or alter plans because of Diabetes. But, sometimes He’s really scary. I feared lows. I feared crazy adrenaline highs. I feared a screeching Pod failure. Part of my motto is to still let them be kids and to not deny them any experiences (when possible) because of Diabetes. I had to put my big girl panties on a deal with it. When Bon Jovi added Fall dates on this “Because We Can” tour, they added Dallas the night before my birthday (5 nights before their 9th birthday). How could I make excuses and say no? I couldn’t. It was a perfect gift for two little boys who have been waiting for their turn! Butter Cup sucked it up!
I bought tickets and stowed them away. They weren’t the primo Fan Club seats I’ve grown accustomed to, but they were nice seats. I sat in 2nd row in Dallas in the Spring. I sat in 3rd row the night before in San Antonio. I can slum it now and then for the sake of my kids J
The boys got home from school. I fed them, they showered, and we took off. I packed up all Diabetes supplies in a cute discrete bag and loaded up with glucose tabs. On the way, in between explaining the “concert rules” to the boys and being peppered with at least 5, 432 questions, I bargained with Diabetes. In my mind, I begged and willed him to stay in the car and not ruin this for us! There’s plenty of room in my van for him to stretch out and relax. He can meet back up with us after the show!
We got a snack (pure junk which usually jacks their numbers up, but they thought it was awesome), and we pottied and checked sugars just before the show started. They were a little high. I can live with that.
I wish I had a camera to snap a photo of their faces when the lights went down and the concert was starting. Instead, it’s emblazoned into my memory. They had a look of sheer and pure excitement on their little faces. Aiden grabbed his heart and looked at me to let me know it was “beeping” out of his chest! They were SO excited! They’re no Jace Bryan, but they clapped and sang, and otherwise, really enjoyed the show.
With Diet Coke and high sugars, Aiden had to potty an hour into the show. Broke Concert Rule #1 (We potty first and don’t leave during the show). Since his sugar was a bit high, I took it in stride. It was Diabetes just reminding me He could wreck this if he wanted to. I’ll take one potty break over nursing lows in the dark at a concert, which was my biggest fear.
My little rock stars have to get adjusted to the Rock Star schedule. They were getting pretty tired, so we left before the encore. Concert Rule #2 broken (We don’t leave until it’s over). Again, I thought I’d gotten off pretty lucky thus far, so I didn’t want to press the issue with Diabetes.
When they ask questions, it’s like a shotgun blast. With one shot, you get peppered with thousands of pellets. They littered my brain with questions on the way home, dozing off just before our exit. They talked about their favorite songs that were played. They asked when they could go again. They want to sit in the Pit. They made it worth every penny. They made it worth every gray hair that I sprouted worrying about taking Diabetes to a Bon Jovi concert.
I’m sure, Diabetes will get me back somehow as He isn’t usually a cooperative beast. Actually, I think He and Murphy are in cahoots together, because if you don’t want it to happen, it will…at the most inopportune time. Chances are, he was picking on someone else, but I don’t know how this escaped his radar.
Regardless, I’ll take it. Celebrating my birthday with Bon Jovi was great. Seeing that sheer unadulterated excitement and joy on their faces was priceless. I think they’ll really remember their 9th birthday! And, I’d do it all over again!