Sixteen years ago today, my son was born. It’s a big deal for a kid to turn 16, especially because they get to start driving! It’s a big deal for me, because pregnancy was the time that I worked the hardest on diabetes I have ever worked. If someone asked me what I’m most proud of, it would be having two babies and the work it took to get them on this planet.
Some people who have diabetes swim in the Olympics, or play professional sports, or perform on stage or in movies. It’s always impressive to hear about those inspiring people. The rest of us work day in and day out in our regular lives, managing this thing.
A couple weeks ago I took part in two live Twitter chats. They both were happening right smack in the middle of dinner time (at least where I live). These days I have kids in high school and high school sports, so meal time is limited. Anyway, participating in two live Twitter chats and preparing dinner (in different rooms) reminded me of juggling all that it takes to live well with diabetes.
Today I’m incredibly grateful for my son, who is 16 years old and awesome. I’m grateful for the work I did all those years ago and for the work I keep doing so I can be around for all his future milestones. That feels like an achievement to me.