Kids These Days
Seeing the world through your childrens eyes.
with Amy Tenderich
Editor's Note: While this columnist is no longer writing for dLife.com and we have ceased to update the information contained herein, there is much to be read here that is still applicable to the lives of people with diabetes. If you wish to act on anything you learn here, be sure to consult your doctor first. Please enjoy the column!
July 2008 —Kids bring so much joy into your life. They do. No contest. And there also are so many perks — like you don't need an alarm clock. And you get to sharpen your powers of explanation all day every day, along with your patience for non-stop altercations over the preposterous and the inane. And how else could you keep up on what Kayla's big sister's best friend is currently downloading?
Really? And then there are just all the fab things your kids say, which make you realize what a fab job you are doing of explaining the world to them.
Shannon, a blogger over at Mom Wants a Diabetes Cure got me going here with her take on "Kids These Days."
So we're shopping the other day and Daughter #2 (age 9) is up in front of this Mom'n'Pop shop leaning on the window.
"Mom, what's solit-titing?"
"Huh? Oh you mean soliciting?"
"That means no one can sell anything in here."
"Oh, so we have to go outside if we want to buy something?!"
Daughter #3, five years old:
"Mom, what's the nicest planet?"
"Oh, probably Earth, the one we live on."
"No, I mean a planet!"
"Yes, Earth, our planet, Sweetie."
"No, I mean a planet — not the world!"
Five-year-old daughter, two days later, while snuggling:
"I'm your cupcake, Mom, eat me!"
"Wait, no, I'm your sugar-free, wheat-free cupcake, Mom. Can you love me now?"
So we have this new coffee machine. Actually, we've been through a string of them, in our desperate quest for a combination drip coffee and cappuccino maker that actually works. Why is it that science can perfect the dual-wave bolus insulin pump, but we can't get a decent espresso alongside our regular Joe?
Frozen Fruit Treat Hoisin-Glazed Pork Skewers Spinach Ham Dip Salad Macaroni Curried Salmon Cran Orange Iced Tea Delicious Greens Mediterranean Hummus Turkey Breast with Raspberry Salsa Peppered Shrimp Skewers
Because I wear my Dexcom on my arm, I’ve slowly adjusted to the fact that people will ask me about it. Sometimes it’s the rude and inquisitive “What’s that?” and sometimes it’s somewhat sincere curiosity “Is that a (insert random type of medical device that they assume)?” Sometimes it bothers me more than others depending on how they ask and how they respond once I’ve told them what it is. I have limits to how much myth-busting I want to do in everyday conversation and how much rudeness I can...