High apple pie in the sky hopes!

Often, it's like we are banging our head against the wall...hoping for a different result every time we go in for the next bang.

"Maybe this time it will bring a different result!" We say enthusiastically to ourselves as we bolus our child for the impossible meal in front of them.

And we fail. Not all the time, but dang if it doesn't FEEL like all the time.

Man, we are SO SO hard on ourselves. We don't take our full time pancreas gig lightly, that is for sure...

Where do we find the energy to keep trying? We are like The Little Engine That Could! We think we can! We think we can! We think we can! All this "think we can" stuff is mentally exhausting! Just once I'd like to say..."I know I can't." But, when it comes to our children, we all know that just isn't an option.

So we dig down deep in the recesses of our soul and we find that energy! We pull that "I think I can" mentality straight out of our gut. Constantly working for a better result. How do we recover from the last bang on the wall...and then find the energy to bang our head again? I'll tell you how. All our "I think I can,"...it comes from HOPE!

Every time we bolus...every time we change a basal rate...every time we SWAG a cupcake or a Chinese food buffet plate stacked higher than the Eiffel Tower...EVERY TIME...we cling to hope that we are gonna get this one right!

Dang if we aren't going to move that rubber tree plant!! We are like the mighty ant in Frank Sinatra's song. Diabetes is a huge giant of an obstacle. Logic says we can't win. But we spit on our hands and we pull up our big girl/big boy underwear and try anyway.

High hopes. We will keep going, because each and every time we HOPE with all our heart that we got it right this time.

This one if for you my friends!