Jen: Why I Won’t Be Winning Mom of the Year

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In our little town, all the kids have an opportunity to write a short essay each April in anticipation of Mother’s Day. From the time they can pen a paragraph, kids make the case that their mom is the best! Out of all the essays, one mother gets chosen, and it is her name that goes on a big marquee over the largest shopping plaza in the city. I guess it’s kind of a big deal here, one of those fun things about living in a smaller community. That said, that mother will not be me this year.

But to understand why, you have to understand a little bit of background first. James has been really active lately, and consequently, around bedtime we’ve been noticing that his numbers are kind of drooping. After a few nights of catching some scary lows, we’ve been working with our endocrinology team to come up with a better plan. In the meantime though, I devised an extremely popular fix that seemed to do the trick and prevent James’ blood sugar from going low overnight…an evening snack of a big bowl of ice cream!

I’m not exactly sure what works so well for James in the ice cream. I think the mixture of fat and carbs make for a perfect overnight combo for him when he seems to have been a little more active than usual.

Evidently James was working away at his essay at school during our run of low numbers. When I got to see his reasoning for why I should be our town’s mother of the year, I could only laugh. Then I needed to share here because I think you guys will get it.

In careful handwriting James wrote, “I think that my mom should be mother of the year. She lets me eat ice cream every night.” Sounds like a reasonable recommendation for the award, right? I mean, what makes a better mom than doling out sugary and fatty snacks nightly? Isn't that what parenting experts are advocating these days? The best part is that people are, of course, aware that James has diabetes, and because they may operate under the same mistaken paradigm that I did prior to James' diagnosis -- thinking because he has diabetes he needs to avoid sweets, or even that he has diabetes BECAUSE he ate too many sweets in the past -- it makes it all even more funny and ironic. I got the rough draft of his essay and could only shake my head and think what a crazy life we lead sometimes.

I’m glad James thinks I’m a good mom. I hope that our ice cream run will give me points when he’s a teenager! Goodness knows, I’m going to need all the props I can get!

 

About the author: My name is Jennifer, and I live in Southern California with my husband, Craig, and our three boys. Our oldest son James has been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I’m thankful for this opportunity -- along with my sister-in-law Kim and her daughter Kaitlyn, who also has type 1 diabetes -- to share our struggles and triumphs with our friends in the diabetes community.

 

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.

 

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