Middle School. Oops, I blinked.

Seven years.

That is how long we have been living with Type 1 Diabetes. I almost shouldn’t be writing a blog post at this time because I am uncharacteristically speechless. I cannot find the words to express how quickly these 7 years have passed. We started this journey in Pre School and we are up to the Middle School part.

Middle School.


The amount of worry that I have for my heart starting Middle School is immense. I’m not really worried ‘about’ diabetes at this juncture, I am more worried about ‘because’ of diabetes. I mean I always worry ‘about’ diabetes; the highs, the lows, the in betweens, but this time I worried about the things that can happen ‘because’ of diabetes.

My son is awesome. Every mom thinks that, but if you know my son, you’d agree. He rocks. And we have been very lucky that we have made friends through the years that are equally awesome, and they equally rock. They don’t blink an eye when it comes to diabetes stuff. My boy is just my boy to them and that’s that.

Middle School is a whole ‘nother animal as they say.

There will be kids there that aren’t awesome, and that don’t rock and some will just plain suck. And my boy may not just be my boy, he may be the kid with diabetes. Ewwwww don’t sit with him, he has diabetes!!!! Ewwwww I’d never be your partner, you have diabetes!!!! You get what I’m saying. Things, bad things, sad things, happening to my awesome boy because he has diabetes. Oh sure, I may be exaggerating, but I may not be.

So my wishes from now on, on the 11:11 and the 12:12 and for every wayward eye lash, my wish will be that the Middle School kids see my son for who he is and not what he has. He is awesome. He is smart. He is friendly. He is funny, almost hysterical at times. He is obnoxious, I mean, c’mon he is 11. He is adorable.

Everybody has something. My boy has diabetes. As I hope he sees past people’s ‘somethings’ and gets to know the kid inside, and I wish they will do the same for him.

It’s my find-a-penny-on-heads wish, they always come true, right?