Because I was feeling confident and optimistic within my care taking abilities, I suggested that we go on a family hike. We used to hike all the time, my husband and I before our children, in fact I even went on hikes when I was 9 months pregnant with both children. But this hike would be different, this would be our first hike post diagnosis. After I suggested it and my family was on board, panic started to smother me. I thought about what a stupid idea I now thought this was. I felt the immediate pressure of blood checks and making sure we were home in time for me to make dinner in order to feed Carter around the same time when he needed to be dosed with his Lantus, what kind of snacks can I pack that weren’t too carb filled. My mind raced, on and on, until finally we packed everything up and were in the car on our way. Ashleigh was beside herself with excitement, back when I was working full-time, on the days that Greg was off during the week, he and Ashleigh would have Daddy/Daughter hiking dates and she couldn’t wait to hit the trail again. Once we arrived at the trail, and my husband put Carter down, he was in heaven and having the time of his life. It was a wonderful sight to see, our kids enjoying themselves so much, it was then that I began to relax. It was nice to be able to let go and realize that I have enough experience to be able to fix any situation that arises due to Type 1 Diabetes. I have Carter’s insulin, his sliding scale, his lancets, his blood glucose monitor, carb snacks, non carb snacks, water, juice if need be. As hard as it is, now was the time to add another pre-diagnosis activity to our lives again. Throughout the hike I thought about the stress associated with letting go, and realized that this was the first of many times in my life I will struggle with these feelings. Conditioning myself now will enable me to transition with greater ease when for instance, Carter starts school, or is a teenager and I am faced with relying on him to notify me of his sugars. I quickly put a pin in that thought, because at the stage we are all at right now, I am not yet ready to think that far ahead. It was good practice for allowing Carter to have some control over his day, and for me to start showing my son that I have confidence in his ability to care for himself. My son is really good about letting me know, in his own way, that he isn’t feeling well. Carter and Ashleigh had the time of their lives and we ended the hike day with dinner out. When I checked Carter’s blood at dinner, it was a little high, most likely due to the 1/2 granola bar I gave him while on the hike to ensure he wasn’t dipping to low, however, it was easy enough to correct with an extra .05 unit of insulin. It’s always good to remind yourself, as the caregiver, that we aren’t trying to achieve perfection on paper. My son needs to be able to live and not just survive; I realize that the more I am thrown out of my comfort zone, the better I will get at managing all situations when it comes to Diabetes. Plus, wonderful memories are worth the extra .05 unit of insulin, and the joy my children experienced is worth everything. It was just another reminder that any and all activities with a diabetic are all achievable, they just take a little extra preparation, and a few extra supplies.