When I hit the submit button for Diabetes Blog Week's last blog post, I started chanting, "Vic-tor-y! Vic-tor-y!" It felt great to have met the goal of writing a blog post on an assigned topic for 7 days in a row. It wasn't an easy task, especially while also winding down the 2014-2015 school year and accepting an 1800 Maddie's Me Bag book delivery (in a thunderstorm) at the same time. However, I have found that this is when I am most productive and feel the most accomplished...when I am in survival mode. Sink or swim, baby!
I liked Blog Week. It was fun to jump online and write. I found that writing with such a short daily deadline that I was in "the zone". There wasn't much time for editing so my writing was less polished and raw. Which is why I missed it. My goal is to have my blog resemble a diary so I feel like Blog Week helped me accomplish this task. On the days after posting, I felt myself still pondering ways to address various diabetes topics, as if I had to address one of them on the ol' laptop. I looked forward to the daily entries and when they ended I realized how much I enjoyed writing them and how much I loved the daily outpouring of my soul.
As I said before, I just ended the school year. As I was wrapping this up and putting a pretty bow on it, my life as a published author was beginning. Invoices, the square, stripe, shipping costs, etc. began. All fun things, just alot at the same time.
Then my WHY hit me. It grounded me and reminded me why I began all of this in the first place.
My school district generously bought a copy of my book for each of the 18 elementary school nurses' offices. Sure, I know how to write an invoice...(once I google it). One of the school nurses emailed me and asked if she could buy a book for a newly diagnosed second grade girl. Of course! I only have 1700+ sitting in my house which happens to smell like paper now.
The next day was the last full day of school before summer. It began with me and my kids getting in my car, anxiously awaiting to depart for the last day of school. That's when the car wouldn't start (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO). My bestie came to the rescue and picked up my fear-of-being-late kids and took them to school. Then, she returned to my house and took me to hers so I could borrow her hubby's work SUV. Whew.
Off I go to visit the nurse and second grader while trying to operate a car that I am unfamiliar with. (It's amazing how attached and accustomed to things we become. Let's not even talk about how many brain cells I fried tryin to open the gas tank door. Thanks, Patrick, for finding it FOR me. Being 11 years old rocks.)
I walked into the school and found the school nurse in the hallway. She is such a nice and caring woman. Side note: the elementary school nurse, in my opinion, qualifies for Sainthood. Imagine the number of scraped knees, wiped noses and vomitus situations in one school year, not to mention the duration of an entire career. No thank you. Standing in front of me was one of these heroic individuals. She was very excited about the book's arrival and she called the second grader to the office.
The girl timidly walked up to us and the nurse introduced us ("This is the teacher who wrote the book I showed to you yesterday."). She smiled and shook my hand while an onlooker took photos of me handing the book to the girl. The nurse began asking me questions. "Do you wear an insulin pump?" Yes I do. "(Little girl)'s mom is trying to get her to wear a pump." When I sensed the sweet girl's hesitancy, I asked her if she would like to see mine. She said yes and I knew she would like it because it is pink. Ha. I have worn my pump on my waistband more often lately. I think it's important for co-diabetics to see they are not alone, like being part of an elite club or team. S'up?!
At that moment, I realized WHY I wrote the book, WHY I became a teacher. I am able to combine the two and help people. I wanted that girl to see me, as an active, healthy adult. Who has Type 1 diabetes. Who has children. It will be ok. Will it take some planning? Of course it will, but it will not define who you are.
It. Will. Be. Ok.
I gave the girl a hug. I gave the nurse a hug. With my head held high, I left that school with an amazing feeling. Then, I got into the car and turned the windshield wipers on instead of the blinkers.