Letter Writing Day - Tuesday
Tonight was a special night. Your first dance recital. You looked adorable. Your smile lit up the stage. And you danced... well, you danced like a 3 year old at her first dance recital.
It was tough, I'm not going to lie to you. Your BG was sky high before your tap number, but plummeted a mere 45 minutes later to 107, right before you were supposed to go on for the ballet portion. 10g and 15 minutes later, you were 84. Some smarties brought you up to 93, and I was literally checking your sugar as you and your friends were about to take the stage.
As I look back and reflect on tonight, I wonder what you'll remember. Will it be crashing blood sugars or tap shoes marching to the beat of "Animal Crackers"?
Will you think of your hovering Mom, checking your monitor every 2 minutes, or how at the end of one of your dances you came to the edge of the stage, and yelled, "Mom! Where are you?" Causing the audience to chuckle.
Will you look back fondly at the flowers you received, or the extra carbs you had to ingest?
I hope diabetes doesn't figure into these memories at all. I hope all you remember is shaking your feathered tu-tu up on stage and having fun. I hope you remember how proud we all were of you.
And I hope that you never let diabetes stop you from dancing.