Regardless, August 2 we celebrated Asa's three-year Diaversary. Right on his brother's heels, that sweet smart little angel celebrated three years of battling and persevering with Type One Diabetes. It's become like an old habit now; like that free-loading kid who won't move out of Momma's basement. Some days are good, some days just plain suck.
I actually had a much more relaxed and reduced stress (never will I see stress-free) summer as the boys, at age 10 1/2, pretty much took over their own breakfasts and lunches. The little Math Whizzes did a darned good job of counting carbs, considering every little thing that has carbs, writing their glucoses down so their OCD mother/pancreas can analyze the numbers, and dosing insulin. They did fantastic of recognizing when their glucoses were climbing and they need a little bonus dose of insulin to bring it back in range. Basically, everything I wanted them to do by middle school has happened a year early. What a lucky Mommy Pancreas I am! It really freed me up to do other things...you know, like sleep, after working 12 hour nights.
All of this random chatter has a point. Today is the first day of school. FINALLY, the Cruise Director can hang up her hat for the season. She's tired. As always, I take the obligatory "First Day of School" picture. The boys don't care for all the photo sessions, but they tolerate it now.
After over three years of Diabetes, I *smh* or curse under my breath a lot, but I don't have many of those tearful moments. Every now and then, one catches me by surprise. Today when I took this photo, I had to choke back a moment.
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