Diabetes Awareness Month

As many of you know, my eldest child was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in August 2010. Our time since then has been a learning process, but what they were telling me from the beginning is true: It really does get easier.

November is Diabetes Awareness Month. I wrote an article for Work It, Mom! as my small contribution.

How to Live Life with Type 1 Diabetes

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Dreaming

I was lying in bed the other morning, long before the sun woke up. My wouldn’t rest enough to fall back to sleep, because I was thinking about a basket I have. Clearly this isn’t your ordinary basket. It’s big and made of sturdy metal, a piece picked up from the previous tenants of some place I’ve rented over the years. I’m sure it would need to be cleaned, and the junk it was already holding thrown away, but I was lying there wondering if it might solve the stuffed animal storage problem I seem to be experiencing.

That’s right, I lie in bed dreaming of stuffed animal storage.

Doesn’t everyone?

But it’s a good dream to have. Kind of like world peace, and almost as unatainable. All of the stuffed animals stored in a neat, yet aesthetically pleasing, container out of the way. Instead of spilling forth and taking over every square inch of space.

The thing is, it’s boggling how we accumulated so many stuffed animals. I haven’t purchased a single one. The grandparents, however, can’t seem to pass a crane game without playing. And then they multiply. So I was trying to determine if this basket was big enough to house the many we’ve been given. Except even if it were, that might only solve one of my problems. Because then I wouldn’t know where to put the damn basket .

At which point I realized. There is only one truly good stuffed animal storage solution. And it involves packing them all in a trash bag, to donate to some other unwitting family.

How to Throw the Lamest Birthday Party Ever

Birthdays are made to be special. Seeing your child grow up another year, and all of it’s accomplishments, is definitely a reason to celebrate. Some just go about it more extravagantly than others.

There are those who begin devising the perfect birthday party theme months in advance. They scour Pinterest boards for inspiration. The entire event must coordinate and match perfectly, from outfits to games to the table setting specially purchased to the elaborate cake artfully crafted.

That’s not how I do it here.

And so I present to you, how to pull off the lamest birthday party possibly ever:

1. Real invitations are cute, but not worth the effort. My preferred invite system is sending an email or over Facebook chat. The more impersonal, the better.

2. Dinnerware consists of paper plates, plastic cups, and plastic forks.

3. Balloons are festive, except when you blow up the same kit of helium balloons for each kid on each birthday, year after year. The helium balloons that begin to deflate before the first party guests even arrive.

4. Refer to party goers as “guests”, but it’s really just a few members of family. Because you’re crazy for inviting school friends.

5. The skating rink and swimming pool are fun places to hold your festivities, if you’re into that. Because there’s nothing more comfortable than home. Where the main entertainment is placing bets on who drips food on their shirt first.

6. Let the bakery at the grocery store make your cake. If you happen to forget until the last minute, recruit Grandma to bake some cupcakes that somehow melt and fuse together. They’ll love it as long as they don’t know any better.

With these easy tips, you’ll be throwing a lame birthday get-together, too. Just make sure your child never attends one of the more elaborate events, or else then you’re just screwed.

Comforts of the Season

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Christmas is, by far, my favorite holiday. As a little girl who craved presents, once that first gift bearing my name was placed under the tree I felt at ease. Now, it’s all about family. It’s witnessing the same look I once held on the faces of my own children. I truly understand now how giving is better than receiving. Even beyond the main day itself, it’s easy to wrap up in the many comforts of the season.

Such as:

1. Sweaters I am not a tank top kind of girl really. I like chunky sweaters. The kind you can protectively wrap yourself in, with the sleeves that hang below your hands.

Christmas Lights

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2. Lights It’s been a tradition for as long as I can remember. Every year when the Christmas holiday draws near, we take a drive at night to look at all the decorated houses, trying to find that one that just stands out from the rest.

3. Snow More for looking at than having to venture out in, but sitting warmly at a window as big, fluffy flakes fall down outside, covering everything it touches in a pure white. Nothing is more beautiful. Until it turns to sludge, anyway.

4. Classic Movies Frosty the Snowman, It’s a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, Miracle on 34th Street, The Polar Express. Just to name a few that I find comfort and joy in every season.

5. Hot Chocolate For after playing the snow, after snow angels and snowball fights. The best way to warm yourself up.

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Now 8

Dearest Jedi,

As I am writing this, you are proudly burping at the desk across from me. Every time, you ask delightedly, “Did you hear that?”. Every time I say, “Of course I did”. Because of course I did.

For your birthday today, along with a few other things, I bought you a book where the main premise had to do with farts. Super farts that could make you fly into the air.

This is you at 8. My son. My boy. Farting and burping.

But so much more. You a genius on the computer. What you know how to do honestly astounds me. You have surpassed my knowledge by leaps, and I’ve found myself asking you how to do things on a number of occasions. Your Grandma likes to say that maybe you’ll be the next Bill Gates. She may not be far off.

You are brilliant and beautiful and excited. Dramatic and loud. A torpedo of constant motion and conversation. And as much as you complain when your siblings invade your space, as impatient as you can be, I also see how you look out for them when you think no one is watching. You make sure Buzz is safe at school and you comfort Abby when she’s upset. You are a wonderful big brother.

I am so proud of you in so many ways. And as I finish writing this, as if right on cue, you exclaimed, “Now that I smell it, my farts really do smell bad”.

My farting, burping, smelly, amazing now 8 year old boy.

Happy Birthday.

Love,
Mom