Another trip around the sun

Today is the 24^th anniversary of one of the most joyful and momentous occasions in my life.  At 6.34am on a Sunday morning, I became a mother. My life changed forever.  The person we celebrate today is a Gentle Man – kind, compassionate, thoughtful and wise.  He is also gorgeous and exceedingly astute and determined. I admire him greatly and love him totally.

I also miss him, as he lives abroad at the moment.  We do speak when we can, but that isn’t quite the same as the casual comment type conversations of everyday living together.

He was an adorable baby, and we had so much fun learning how to play together, with him being the teacher to us adults of what is important in life and how to delight in every achievement.  Baby babble became precious words.  Words became concepts.  Concepts became theories.  Today he is a PhD Pure Maths student.  (Not that I am suggesting a linear progression of those things – I believe some concepts and theories happen before words.  Words are just a way of communicating them!)

This is a photo of him teaching Andrew the crucial art of play.  They both look quite different now, particularly with regards to hair styles 😊

He, being the elder child, was of course the prototype.  I look back now and think of all the things I would do differently. TD probably benefits from some of the lessons we learnt from the trial and error approach all parenting involves.  Parenting is a huge learning curve and children are the most patient teachers.  From dependency to independence, it is a journey of interweaving stories, past and present colliding, infinity becoming a possibility.  Becoming a parent felt to me like slotting the crucial piece into a jigsaw puzzle – the world suddenly made sense. 

It is not unusual for moms to think their offspring are the best in the world.  But the thing is – my two really are. 

What a journey this has been and continues to be.  Thank you, R and TD - as inadequate as those words are.  I love you both infinity plus one.

Happy birthday. 

14 November and ice cream

 Mr Banting’s birthday has become International Diabetes Day.  This is, I assume, because of his life saving, Nobel prize winning co-discovery of Insulin and its therapeutic effects (in 1922 in case you are wondering. ) There were online offers to sign a birthday card to the (dead) man in order to break a world record and acknowledge him as the Champion of diabetes, but this kind of showmanship is not my cup of tea.   I would rather raise my cup to  the heroes  who deal daily with the weight of the diabetic diagnosis.

So we didn’t acknowledge World Diabetes day in our household, although I was made aware of it through the forums and a friend who was hosting tea for moms with T1 children.  We did go out for ice cream after supper (a very healthy meal if I say so myself….) in order to Celebrate Life.  Food can be a scary issue with a person with diabetes.  I was thinking yesterday, as I reached for a handful of peanuts and yet another cup of tea, that I can just eat when I feel peckish without wondering what it will do to my glucose levels or if  I need an injection.  It is a freedom I usually take for granted, as most people do.  But really it is a luxury.

It was also  Great Aunt Edna’s birthday yesterday, so we clinked ice cream cones and wished her health and happiness. TD and I chose Strawberry birthday Cake as one of  our flavours in honour of her special day.

While we are in the birthday mood, it was also Prince Charles’ birthday.  It was tempting to go back for seconds to wish his health too, but then I remembered some one else I know who has the same birthday. They would need toasting too! Luckily we decided moderation would be more sensible.  Ice cream eating is an insulin heavy activity, and anyway, more than one helping is difficult to stomach.  There can sometimes be too much of a good thing.

Happy birthday to all the 14 November people.  And Celebrate Life to all the rest of us.