Recently, I was searching thru some paperwork that Olivia needed for school (OK, truth be told, I was desperately hunting down her immunization record for the first day of school - yeah, I'm just a little unorganized. Just a little.) and I came across her discharge papers from when she was diagnosed.

For the last, oh, 8 or 9 years, I've said that Olivia's diagnosis date was 9/14/97. Well, I was wrong. It was 9/10/97. So we missed it. Totally blew it. I'm kind of OK with that, though.

We've never really marked the occasion with anything more than a "Hey, it's been X years since you were diagnosed," and a bit of a discussion about how far she's come, how her care regimen has changed and then we move on with our day. I thought the ten year mark would be a bigger deal, though. But even when I thought it was on the 14th, that day came and went, and while I knew what day it was (or, rather, what day my confused brain thought it was), I never said anything to Olivia.

I'm not sure why. She's never made a big deal out of her diabetes. If anything, she kind of shows it off - it makes her feel important, sometimes, and frankly, the drama queen in her likes the attention. She's never expressed anger about it. Annoyance, yes, many times, but she's never sat down and had a pity party about having diabetes, the way I hear some kids do. I think I'd be having a pity party once in a while, if it were me. I'm a kvetcher, though.

So we didn't acknowledge it and now I'm wondering if I should have. If I should have made a bigger deal out of it or if I should just let it be any other day.