I came out of the shower, shaved, and got dressed. A normal day. As, by habit, I went to the bedroom window and looked out. I do that every morning. We live on a dead-end and there is nothing but wooded area across the street and to the sides of our home.
Many times I will see a wonderful display of nature. A White-Spotted Owl, a few deer, an Oriole or two, wild ducks, and every now and again, a fox. I always loved wild life and growing up in the suburbs of Long Island, well we rarely saw that much. Now we are far enough out in eastern Long Island to have some animals but not enough that they over-run our property.
On this day, this week, I opened the curtains and looked outside. “I must be up earlier than I thought. Kaitlyn’s car is still in the driveway and she’ s normally out of the house by 7:30 am.”
I looked at the clock and it said 7:40.
This would not be SO odd if it this was one of my sons, running late is in their DNA. But not Kaitlyn. She is on time for everything.
And it happened. THAT thought.
As any parent will tell you, there is always, ALWAYS, that little heart skip before you enter your child’s bedroom in the morning when they have diabetes. When they are not up when they are supposed to be, your heart races much faster and exponentially to your thought process. I opened my door and the area around Kaitlyn’s door, which is usually lit, was completely dark.
“Oh crap. Oh no. PLEASE no, no, no.”
All of this happens in seconds. We have all been there. We all know about it. I knocked on the door.
“Kaitlyn, are you awake?”
“Don’t you leave by 7:30?”
“Yeah, what time is it?
What followed was much rustling around; and within minutes she was out the door on her way to work.
I am not such a lover of the word, “crap”. I mean I’m not exactly a saint when it comes to proper language either, but on this day, that “crap’ was as beautiful as the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing in my ear.
Again, THAT dreaded result had avoided our home. THAT DREADED fear we parents all fear would not be realized on this day. That fear that no one understands unless they live with diabetes as we do. The fear we all have. The fear that any day our children waking up is in question, we think the worst. It’s not fair.
I hate diabetes.
I am a diabetes dad.
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