Every time I read that, it struck my little 10-year old brain as very sad. I don't know why, it just seemed so empty to me, so without hope. I guess maybe I focused on the last part too much.
Now that I've given you a glimpse into the beginnings of my little glass-half-empty mentality, I'll get to my point.
Remember that pre-school I blogged about a few weeks ago? Fred and I went to visit them last week, and were very impressed with what we saw. The director took us for a tour, and asked a ton of questions about Elise's diabetes, and what their role would be if she because a student there. About a week later we received a call saying they would love to have Elise come to their pre-school!
Today we met with the lady who will be her teacher. We were told that she had type 1, but it turns out she's actually type 2. To me, it's no big deal... she knows how to check a BG, she understands about carbs, and she seems so on top of things. She even took it upon herself to do some research before the meeting.
We went over Elise's needs, showed her the CGM and all of Elise's supplies. We even had a low BG while we were there, so it was good for her to see how we treat it. I was impressed at how proactive she was, especially when she asked if she could check Elise's BG during the meeting (at a time we would normally be checking, of course).
The school was ready for Elise to start this Thursday (tomorrow), but we're still tweaking her insulin since the move to full-strength and I don't feel like we have it right yet. So Tuesday will be Elise's first day of school!And now that inscription has taken on a whole new meaning. Yes, I am afraid of letting her go, but I love Elise. And she needs me to let go of her so she can start to find her own way in this world. Yes, even at the tender age of 3, she needs to start taking those baby steps towards independence. And because she is mine, I can always feel confident that she will come back.
Especially since she will be so loved and well cared for while she's away.