How interesting is it that children with a type 1 diabetic parent think certain non-normal things are indeed, normal?
When I stop and think about it, as I sometimes do thanks to comments and questions from others, I think, “Wow, this explains so much about so many people”.
What’s normal to us can be totally not normal or acceptable and yet, if we’re used to it, it’s our normal.
For my kids, who are now almost 3.5, having a mother with type 1 diabetes is what’s normal. And yet, they also know it’s not normal. They know through experience of their own scraped and bruised knees, that when I prick my finger and bleed, or bruise my stomach with an injection, that it’s not normal because they know it hurts to bleed and bruise.
It’s fascinating to me. They see me check my blood sugar and they give me a hug and an “aw mama, boo-boo?” I say, “yes, but I’m ok.” My daughter says, “Ok, mama” and my son gives me a thumbs up and a smile.
I think it’s a great teaching experience to let them see that sometimes I hurt but that I don’t let it get me down. I find that even though they can be dramatic about a small injury, they still smile and say “I’m ok”. And that’s what I do when I prick my finger or give a shot or clean up spilled milk.
My kids understand that my insulin and glucose tablets are “medicine”. Some don’t want their kids to think of their insulin as medicine because it implies “sickness” but only one of my kids has taken an antibiotic before-and that was two years ago, so they don’t know what “medicine” really is anyway.
Right now my daughter has a cold and she looks on at her brother’s drawing on the easel as I check my blood sugar. She says, “mama ok?” I say, “yes, mama’s ok!” (Even though my blood sugar is a little higher than I’d like). She sneezes and grabs a tissue for her runny nose. I say, “Are you ok?” She sneezes, wipes her nose, grins, and twirls on one foot. I assume that’s a “yes”.
Uh oh, now my son sneezed.
Have a Fabulous Friday with your kid/partner/friend/niece/nephew/dog/cat.