Type 1 diabetes is never easy. It’s not always hard, but it is always there. Day. Night. Work. Play. Sleep. Awake.


Yeah, Type 1 diabetes doesn’t go away in a pandemic either. It doesn’t care that we have other things to worry about. It really is just so rude. I mean, we are in a pandemic for goodness sake, can’t you just take a back seat for once.

But this pandemic got me thinking. It really brought me back to my original question of…Am I parenting my child or am I parenting the diabetes? Back when my son was younger, he was diagnosed at 4, I had to train my brain to say yes and no to him based on what I would say to any other 4 year old. If he wanted to play outside in our yard by himself, I had to think what I would do if he was a 4 year old without diabetes. This way of thinking has served us well over the years.

In comes the pandemic.

My son is now 16, almost 17, and he works. Like any other teenage boy he has a great part-time job that helps support his Wawa habit. His job stayed open during the lockdown and we had to make some decisions. Should he stay at work? Should he quit? So we had to think.

What would I do if he did not have diabetes?

I decided he could keep his job. He would take all precautions seriously, be vigilant with hand washing, leaving his clothes in the washer before heading to the shower after a shift, and being very in tune with his health and how he was feeling from day to day.

Diabetes is not going away. Hopefully he will live a long productive life with diabetes. I keep coming back to the quote of giving our children roots and wings. By allowing my son to continue working in spite of a pandemic in spite of having diabetes I’m giving him the roots and the knowledge of how to handle really scary times with diabetes.

Hopefully those roots will serve him well when he is flying high out from under my roof, which to this sad mama, is happening sooner than later.

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