Every evening around 6:00 p.m., the same scenario plays out. My kids will ask, "When is Daddy going to come home?"
"I miss Daaaaaaddy, where iiiiis heeee?!"
Suddenly, they hear a car door close and the "beep" of a car lock. The second they can hear those keys jangling in the deadbolt, several little bodies sprint to the front door, joyfully screaming, "Daddy's home!" Evan walks in the door, straight into a smothering wall of hugs and kisses. He, of course, loves it and scoops up whoever is nearest for a round of "I can hug you tighter than you can hug me" until someone cries "Uncle!!" I often ask myself how he elicits such adoration for such a simple act -- walking through the front door.
It's no wonder that when my kids learned their first few words, "Da-da" always seemed to be the happiest sounding one. The word "Ma-ma" was usually accompanied by crying and would sound like a plea for comfort. "Da-da," however, was a word of great joy and usually went along with a bout of laughter, no doubt caused by the silly faces and crazy noises that Evan would make at the kids. I have to admit, he really is so good with them and loves them so much.
In spite of all that, it seems that I often underestimate the huge role that Evan plays in taking care of Kaitlyn's type 1 diabetes. In addition to being the fun-loving daddy, he has really made an exceptional effort to be aware of and take part in her care. He's become a pro at the daily routines of checking blood sugar, dosing and counting carbs, and he's attentive to the nitty-gritty details of how she's doing. It's not uncommon to have him call home during the day and ask what Kaitlyn's numbers have been and what she's eaten that day. When he's home in the evenings and on the weekends, he jumps right in and does a large part of what needs to be done. If she needs to be checked during the night, he does it, even though he has to get up and go to work a few hours later.
I know I don't tell him nearly enough how much I love and appreciate him for all that he does to take care of our Kaitlyn and, of course, the rest of the family! It truly is a wonderful feeling to have such a supportive teammate to help me tackle the issues that face our family every day. I love that man! He makes me smile too. Maybe I need to smother him a little more often when he comes through the front door at night…
About the author: My name is Kim. My daughter Kaitlyn (the third of our five children) was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes just a few years after my nephew James was diagnosed with the same disease. I'm excited to pair up with my sister-in-law, Jen, to share our story with you!
Disclaimer: The experiences and suggestions recounted in these articles are not intended as medical advice, and they are not necessarily the "typical" experiences of families with a child who has type 1 diabetes. These situations are unique to the families depicted. Families should check with their healthcare professionals regarding the treatment of type 1 diabetes and the frequency of blood glucose monitoring. Jen and Kim are real moms of kids with type 1 diabetes and have been compensated for their contributions to this site.