What builds me.

I started this journey naïve. I was a selfish, young, wide-eyed girl. Too young to really be an adult; short on experience for sure.  It seemed as though I was just playing house.  Playing the part of what I always wanted to be.  Or thought I would be.  Or thought life should be.I had no idea what trial was.  I didn’t know sacrifice.  I didn’t know heartache.As buildings goes, I looked a little bit like this:And then the winds came.So I strengthened my walls.  And when the rain fell, slanted in its haste...I fortified the roof.The cold and the heat, I tried to hide from those uncomfortable things, but soon learned...

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Special Needs

A comment was made about me or someone I know, about my children or theirs, or someone else’s and the fact that because they have diabetes they are “Special Needs” children.And that maybe, I, or them, or someone, couldn’t do certain things, or live a certain life because of the children’s “Special Needs.”Special Needs.  Why do those words rub me the wrong way when related to Type 1?Probably because those words insinuate disability. And as a mother, I don't like to think of my children with disabilities.Also, when one defines someone with special needs, it is generally defined by what they cannot do.And what CAN’T my boys do?Well.  They...

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"Those people."

Since I’ve started school I’ve learned a lot about myself.  I’ve learned that I’m kinda’ anal about things.  I get used to things a certain way, and I want them to stay that way forever.  I like routine.  I like knowing the facts.  I like numbers and the way that they have an absolute answer.  I don’t like flowery speech, and definitions that are open ended.  I like being successful.  I expect a lot out of myself.Someone called me a nerd last week.  The word actually hung on me pretty well, so I’m going to keep it.And so it has also been with Diabetes for lo these many years.  I’ve been an over...

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Blogjacked, by B.

Yep. It happened again. That kid. That “B” kid. You got it right. Mom’s been Blogjacked. Well, first things first.  I have to write that “Introduction” deal. Well, here goes.            Today I am going to talk about random things in a random order. First of all, When I go to San Francisco this week, Dr. G is NOT going to be happy. “Have your blood sugars been high?” Well, I have an answer. “There was this thing about cake with a million carbs, and… etc, etc.” But enough about that.            Well, schools been fine. Except for...

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