It is so hard, to remember to be good to yourself. It’s hard when you’re a parent, when you’re a spouse, and even harder when you are the parent of a Type 1 Diabetic.
Every move you make, every dose of insulin you give, every blood check, feels like the weight of the world is on you. We want perfection, with a continually imperfect scenario. We want our children to live normal lives, when their very lives are dependent on a regime that is exhausting and all-consuming, at best.
We are harder on ourselves, because as the adult, we should know better, do better, be better. But at the end of the day, the reality is, we are human beings, who through our mistakes, our fumbles, our grief, our heartache, our suffering, and our shortcomings, learn and get better.
I love this picture of Carter, it shows him loving life, enjoying the sunlight beating into his skin as he lounges in the water. But for the pump site attached to his tummy, one would never know he was a Type 1 Diabetic. Living with Type 1 Diabetes, proves to my son that he is anything but ordinary, he is extraordinary.
Me and Carter fight for every breath he takes, and through that battle, we have proven more to ourselves. We have proven how much fight we have in us, how brave we are, how tough we are, how we rise to the occasion, how no matter what is thrown at us, we find the solution. Despite everything, we grow.
There is a comfort in our bond, in seeing the trust my son has in me to help him survive, and how much I am able to prove of my love for him through each and every scenario. My son has encountered situations that most adults have never had to deal with. It has given him a confidence and maturity that many strive for but never obtain.
So though I make mistakes, I will be good to myself, because I know I am doing my best. I fight everyday for my son’s health, for his life and I am proud of what my family has grown into, through all of this.