I Hate Our Normal

When I was growing up summer was a free for all. As long as my chores were done and it wasn’t my day to watch my younger siblings I was off doing all kinds of crazy crap. My crazy crap included long hikes in woods where we made our own trails, catching tadpoles in the pond, jumping in lakes, long bike rides (often to the store to buy soda and candy), walks to the A&W for hotdogs and floats, impromptu baseball games using our flip-flops for bases, unplanned sleep-overs and building forts. My parents both worked so honestly they never really knew what I was up to, where I was or when Id be home. This is how I spent my years between ages 8 and 15. When I was 15 I got my first job at a photo lab and road my bike there each day to work. It was a grand time. My biggest worries were mosquito bites and sunburn and honestly I didn’t actually worry about either.

We recently moved to one of the most beautiful places within the continental US. Everything is green, the air is warm but not hot, the breeze is cool and clean and there are countless trails and ponds to be explored. Our neighbors are wonderful and the neighborhood is full of kids of all ages. My doorbell rings non-stop with kids asking if my boys are home. Kids come and go jumping on the trampoline, playing lacrosse in the yard or basketball in the driveways or scooters in the road, assassin in the cul-de-sac, and playing video games in the rec-room. It is all just wonderful.

Then on a random Tuesday afternoon I am reminded that our normal is not the normal I grew up with and I’m pissed.

Middles was playing video games in the basement (rec-room) with a few friends. Their laughter could be heard on the 3rd floor. All is fabulous. Then after a few moments I realized the laughter was gone. I checked the basement and all the boys were gone. I didn’t think much of it they were likely all in the backyard or the cul-de-sac or the park down the road. I actually smiled to myself thankful they’ve put up the controllers and gone out to play.

A couple hours passed. I wasn’t watching the clock because Middles was gone but rather because I needed to get Sugarboy to soccer. I fed Sugarboy and hustled him off to get ready for soccer. I figured I best let Middles know I was leaving for a bit so I called his phone. No answer. I called again. No answer. Again. No answer. Then Sugarboy yelled down from the stairs – ‘Mom are you calling Middles phone?”

Crap. It was on his bedroom floor.

I turned and saw his glucometer on the counter. I checked the clock again – now its been over two hours since he was last home. How long before he had left had he checked his blood sugar? When did he last eat? Crap. I have to leave, Sugarboy will be late otherwise.

Middles and his friends were not in the backyard. I couldn’t hear them by the pond. They weren’t in the driveway. I grabbed my keys and drove through the cup-de-sac (it’s really more of a circle  with a wide group of tall trees and heavy brush about 50 feet by 100 feet in the center which works well for assassin, Nerf wars and airsoft assaults), I drove the 1/4 mile down the road to the park checking other driveways as I went. No Middles to be found. (I wouldn’t normally have driven but I was in a hurry)

I started to panic a little. Over two hours without a blood sugar check (which by itself is not an issue), no fast acting sugar on him, no cell phone on him, do these friends understand diabetes? Has he told them what to do in an emergency? Crap. Crap. Crap.

I call a few neighbors. Have you seen Middles? Nope.

Finally after what felt like a hundred hours but was more like 4 minutes I see him emerge from a friends backyard with his friends all boasting lacrosse sticks.

That’s when I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

He approached the van. Casually he asked where I was off to. I simultaneously wanted to throttle him and hug him.

I told him I was taking his brother to soccer and asked him to get his phone, check his blood sugar and put some fruit snacks in his pocket. I didn’t need to scold him. I could see in his face he knew he messed up. He apologized and told me they were gonna toss the lacrosse ball around in the backyard.

I dropped Sugarboy off at soccer then cried as I drove home.

Screw you diabetes. Screw all of it. Dammit I just wish my kids could disappear into the woods, skip rocks at the pond, ride bikes to the market to get ice-cream, and worry about nothing but bug bites (we will ignore the fact for the moment that there are bears and other clawed animals living in the woods around me).

Yes, I know things could always be worse. My kids are happy, healthy and able to do everything everyone else can do – it’s all the extra crap they have to do that is pissing me off right now.

This feeling will pass and I’ll gently remind my kids to have phones on them and charged, candy in their pockets and to keep me updated on their general whereabouts.

Raising kids with diabetes has many challenges (school care, nighttime numbers, birthday parties, sports, sleepovers, etc). When they were little they were nearly always with me or another adult well versed in diabetes. However they insist on growing on with each year they want and deserve more freedom to explore the world around us. This is just another challenge we as a family with an uninvited member will need to negotiate.

 

 

About Christina

Mom of 3 kids, all 3 have Type 1 diabetes - I blog to share stories. I am not a medical professional and my thoughts are my own. Please do not make changes to your medical care plan based on my stories - always consult your medical team. Hope you find something in my ramblings helpful and or amusing. You can find me on twitter @momof3T1s and on my Facebook page Stick With It Sugar. May all your dreams forever be bolus worthy.
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16 Responses to I Hate Our Normal

  1. Alanna says:

    For what it’s worth, it’s worse for you than him. I got scolded like that all the time as a kid and it never made me angry to mad at diabetes (just my parents ;)).

    They won’t remember the details, just that you gave them some tough love. Which they deserve. Diabetes or not, kids have to learn to care for themselves while parents writhe at the thought of it.

    You’re doing just fine, he’s doing what any other kid would do. Don’t even get me started on when my brother would leave without his puffer. Yikes!

    • Christina says:

      Thanks for saying that Alanna. I worry that it is as tough on my kids as it is on me. I think they have a different (likely much more difficult) type of worry. They might not worry about the physical dangers all the time but they have the emotional stuff to worry about like fitting in, feeling different, feeling abnormal, etc. Wish I could take that burden for them.

  2. katy says:

    You nailed it.

    I was thinking about this theme yesterday, as I dropped my older so off at basketball camp. I drop him off at 9. I pick him up at 3. He eats the camp lunch. He only needs to remember a water bottle.

  3. katy says:

    Here is the missing \”n\” that belongs by \”older so\”:

    n

    (older son, I meant.)

  4. Scott E says:

    I believe it’s the Boy Scouts who have the motto “be prepared.” It has nothing at all to do with diabetes, but (regardless of your stance on the scouts) it’s a good lesson to learn – for everyone. There are always things to be prepared for, diabetes or not. While I, too, went out on my own without an emergency stash when I was younger, eventually I learned the importance of carrying something with me, and suspect Middles will learn this lesson sooner – and with more importance – than his peers. He’s still new at this; he’ll learn.

    I, too, miss the days when kids could just go out on their own with the direction to be home by dinnertime (or dark), but I think that has been lost simply with the age we live in.

    • Christina says:

      Hopefully not entire lost – my kids do still go out in the neighborhood with instructions to be home by dark they just need to be sure to have all there ‘stuff’ with them. Plus Im of the mind that right now is a safe time to fail (provided failing doesn’t mean being in actual risk of death or serious injury). Id rather them forget and mess up now while under my roof where it is a safe place to fail.

  5. Cassie says:

    It’s just a feeling we can’t describe to anyone who hasn’t lived it. Mine is driving, working, dating…..it’s scary!

    • Christina says:

      They tend to do that – grow up I mean. Thankfully technology and management tools will continue to improve and hopefully make things easier and safer for them.

  6. Cassie says:

    Hit enter too soon! They do insist on growing up and becoming independent, though. Hard on the moms.

  7. Elisheva says:

    Not much I can say other than that I get it and that you are a great mom. *Hugs*

  8. Mike Hoskins says:

    Summer was a free for all when I was growing up with diabetes, in the 80s and even into the mid-90s. Those were different days with a lot less attention to D than we have now, of course. Even though I’m grateful of how we’ve progressed as far as D-Care, there are often times I miss those carefree days when I wasn’t glued to my CGM or always having to watch my BG numbers.

    • Christina says:

      Mike I often have to remind myself that all of my adult friends with D made it through childhood, adolescents and the teen years without all the technology we have now. I justify my kids smart phones because of D – when in reality they don’t need smart phones – regular phones are more than sufficient and even then – y’all didn’t have them when you were 10, 12 and 14.
      Im not sure who had/has it better – the carefree days of yesteryear or the endless communication of today. Time will tell.

  9. Anonymous says:

    i was holding my breath too. glad everything turned out ok. phew.

    • Christina says:

      I was too and things do usually work themselves out. Thanks for the comment anonymous – next time feel free to share your name – comments are great but getting to know readers is the real treat.

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