Rudi turned two in July and manages diabetes like a boss. He does not cry when we inject him and is at the verge of measuring his own sugar. We hand him the machine and pretend to prick his finger and, afterwards, he proudly shows us the reading. Because kids are resilient and can cope with stuff more easily than us adults. Although he understands what we are telling him, I don’t think he is emotionally equipped to understand the impact his illness has on our little family. I don’t want to wish the time away, but I hope that in the near future he will be able to understand these five things and take them to heart.
- Being a type 1 diabetic is not your fault. I will never think that and wish you would not either. It happened and we are dealing with it one day at a time.
- I have never (or will ever) resent the fact that you are T1D. It is a blessing to be one of the chosen few moms who could (sorta) cope with it.
- It is not always easy, but I will do it any day with the greatest of love.
- I know some days it looks like I have got my shit together, but I don’t always. I don’t really want you to know that, but what I do want you to know is that I take care of you with all my heart and concentration capabilities. I want you to feel (and be) safe.
- Sadly so, my little superhero, it is not going to go away. We are in for a long journey and I am scared. But as scared as I am, I am also excited to take this ride with you and see you grow up to be an even greater superhero. We’ve got this.