Turning the page

 

 

 

 

 

As one chapter ends, another begins.

 

This week ends the 27 year journey I have had with mothering my two offspring as children.  From Saturday on, I will be the mom of two wonderful, capable,  ......adults.  TD turns 18 - that magic age when childhood steps through an invisible veil into a new adventure of independence.  It is a process of course, and I will always fiercely be their protective mother ready to swoop in, when invited.  They are part of me, and turning 18 will not change any of our history, present or future.

But becoming an adult does open some exciting doors - it is the legal age for voting, for example.  And for driving.  And for drinking alcohol. TD has been studying for her learner's licence - the precursor to getting her driving licence. It has been a useful reminder to us of the more obscure road rules ( if you are carrying a load on your roof, it may not stick out more than 30 cm  from the bonnet, and must be decorated with a red flag sized 30 cm by 30 cm. No bigger, no smaller.)  I had... ummm... forgotten that.

 

Most parents will be a little anxious letting new drivers borrow the car.  Lack of experience, recklessness of some teenagers, and the notion of indestructibility that youth brings, means most of us stay up late and bite our nails until the teenagers have trained us to trust them.  It goes without saying that the drinking freedom holds the same fears.  Are our teenagers responsible enough to make good judgements?  We will find out soon enough I suppose.  TD will have extra responsibilities - checking her glucose before any decisions can be made.  (Alcohol has the double whammy of high sugars and diminished responsibility.  Driving and going low will be dangerous to all road users.) It is all part of growing up and letting go.

Happy birthday, TD.  You fill the world with compassion and kindness.  You are tough and determined.  You are gentle and humble. The world is yours, and I know you will continue to make it a better place for all of us.

And here I say goodbye to you and my blog.  Thank you for the company these last few years.  Thank you for taking an interest and making this a less lonely journey.  I will miss writing to you - it has been my grounding and thought space, but it is time to let go. My next chapter begins too.

                                                            But first....It's Time for Tea

Addendum! My new blog is at Comingback4seconds.blogspot.com if you are interested!!

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”

T.S. Eliot

The silence of sadness

Nothing is simple at the moment. Our world is in disarray.  We are bombarded by statistics and warnings and news broadcasts that make me want to cower in the corner.   We have been isolating for a bit longer than the government mandated time period, because we are very aware that TD falls into the vulnerable category should she come into contact with the COVID 19 virus. Oceans separate us from R;  I so want us all to be together to weather this storm, but the best we can do is (and I am very grateful) chat on Whatsapp.  Home, at the moment, is a Whatsapp group.

Amidst the chaos, TD turned 17.  It was a more subdued celebration than usual, and the party has had to be postponed.  As her birthday was just before lockdown, the four of us (the fourth being O, TD's boyfriend) had a picnic on one of the world's most beautiful beaches.  It is a lovely memory of celebrating TD's TDness.

Sunset at Clifton

Sadness is a silencer.  Words become difficult, amid the sameness of everyday, the magnitude of privilege and the world speaking repetitively about things that are difficult to hear.  So I am silent, as I have nothing new to add.  The best we can do is stay in our bubbles of isolation and feel thankful for all we have.  Except I feel other things as well.  I feel anxious about the health of my family.  I feel restricted and restless, tinged with the guilt I shouldn't be so ungrateful.  The Shouldn't Feelings.  I shouldn't feel sick - I am not as sick as others.  I shouldn't feel tired - I have all the time to sleep, and soft surroundings to comfort me.  I shouldn't feel restless - I have a garden to potter in, and a space I have taken as mine in the house.  Trying not to feel these things creates a silence around me that is exhausting to maintain.  I know - all feelings are valid.  I just have to accept that this is how the world presents itself at the moment.

South Africa's three week lock down aims at flattening the curve.  So far, it seems to be working, but I fear three weeks may just delay the onset of the worst, and we can't stay like this forever.  The economy is crumbling, and I fear that will spark even bigger flames of resentment.

We are doing our part to flatten the curve, conscious that this is a group effort if it is to succeed.  And we are very familiar with the concept of needing to flatten the curve - it is a daily practice here with TD's glucose line.  Every day, we try to iron out the sweeping highs and the dipping lows and on the odd occasion even manage a short period of a steady, straight line on the graph.  It is not easy, particularly now, as TD's stress levels are high, her routines are disrupted, and her social support system is more difficult to connect with.  But we know to keep her healthy, we need to flatten the curve.  (Admittedly the midnight waffles on Wednesday were probably not a great idea diabetically speaking, but what fun!).  Although we aim at a straight steady glucose line around the 7 mark, we know it is unachievable 100 per cent of the time. Life doesn't work like that - things are not linear.  More often they are circular, or triangulate or lets face it, a unnamed squiggly shape unique to every person.

I am not one of those people who say that the COVID19 virus is good for the world - a time for reflection, and to reconnect with nature and other people.  Tell that to the families of those who have died. There are other ways to learn important lessons, and only those who have to endure great loss have the right to tell others to look at the good in the silence of  their sadness.

TD's Birthday Bash

TD turned 16 in the middle of March.  And how grown up she is! As we always do, we asked her to decide the theme for her party, and this year she chose (and which 16 year old wouldn't) PIRATES.  She felt she had missed out on this theme when she was 6, so 16 was a good time to catch up.

This presented a bit of a challenge. Sixteen year olds require a little more than the usual sweet treasure hunt in the back garden and cardboard swords and parrots and rainbow jelly.  All party planning starts with a good breakfast:  Andrew and I choose a cafe, take reams of paper and a couple of pencils and plot out possible party activities.  Ideas tend to start on the grand scale, and thoughts of building a garden size Pirate ship, of firing cannons with real gunpowder, and walking the plank all seemed like good ideas.

Google disagreed.  Apparently gun powder is dangerous and not recommended for home use.  Giant ships take a lot of wood and a long time to build. Walking the plank may not seem like fun to young pirates.  We needed a second breakfast.

Andrew building the ship late at night....

We raced up to party day, fitting in family commitments, hectic work schedules and all the party prep.  But by 6pm on Friday, all was set and the Jolly Roger flags were hoisted.  TD has delightful friends (and a large number of them.)  They all entered into the spirit of the Great Piratical Rumbustification (thanks Margaret Mahy for a fabulous children's book with that title) with great enthusiasm.  We did shoot cannon (tennis) balls at a 2D Pirate ship.  The cannons were spring loaded, so no novice pirates were harmed in the shooting of them.

The main activity for the evening was making treasure chests.  This required a fair amount of preparation and huge dollops of bravery on our part.  Twenty five teenagers wielding hammers, aiming at small nails, using superglue, grinding off sharp nail points proved to be a loud festive occasion - a true Birthday Bash.  The results were astounding.  The treasure chests looked great, but that is not what I am referring to.  The result was a group of 16 year olds co-operating with each other, chatting as they worked, engaged in the moment and being creative.  The astounding result was a celebration of TD with a symphony of hammering.

Andrew and I needed more hands on deck for this activity.  It takes really great friends to arrive on a Friday evening, who don't mind crouching on the dining room floor and a lot of noise. They helped the learner pirates with the basics of carpentry - like which way round a nail goes, and how to remove a wonky tack, with making sure everyone got the right pieces at the right time, and with serving the pudding and answering the queries when our hands are full.  Me Hearties Kathleen, Natalie and Paul ye be fine buccaneers - thank you!

The treasure chest I made may look empty at the moment, but really it is filled with happiness and unseen treasures of thankfulness that we could celebrate TDs 16th birthday.

And diabetes?  It was there, but just for the evening we told it to Walk the Plank.


PS I realise that some of you may be a bit disappointed that diabetes is not the main focus of all my posts.  There is a reason for that.  But if you are looking for more information and some excellent blogs, please have a look at https://blog.feedspot.com/diabetes_blogs/

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.