We don’t always realize it, but each one of us had come a long way since diabetes first came into our life. It doesn’t matter if it’s been 5 weeks, 5 years or 50 years, you’ve done something outstanding diabetes-wise. So today let’s share the greatest accomplishment you’ve made in terms of dealing with your (or your loved one’s) diabetes. No accomplishment is too big or too small.

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Snow days are a big deal around here. In North Carolina, we get flurries maybe once a year if we’re lucky. My big accomplishment came during a real snow, a couple of inches of the good fluffy stuff, and a day off from school.

The kids wanted to go outside and play down the block where all their friends were. They’d be sledding on a small hill and they didn’t want me there. I didn’t want to go. I grew up in New York and I’ve seen enough snow.

Benny was five and in Kindergarten. I was just beginning to let him go without me to friends’ homes, after making sure the other parent knew the diabetes drill. I couldn’t imagine letting him play outside unsupervised. But looking at my son and daughter, jumping up and down excited about snow, I couldn’t imagine holding him back.

I took a deep breath and gave them the plan. They could go for one hour. If Benny didn’t feel well, he was to ring the doorbell of the nearest neighbor and have them call me.  Lea didn’t have to play with him every second, but she had to make sure he was still with the group. If she didn’t see him, nearest neighbor, call me.

I packed a juice box and a fruit roll-up into Benny’s jacket and sent them on their way. It was one block, but it felt like my kids were off to climb Mt. Everest.

(I should add, we live in a great neighborhood. We know everyone on our block and we look our for each other’s children. It’s not Pleasantville, but it’s pretty close. If that wasn’t the case, I’m sure the plan would have been different.)

After one hour, I started thinking worst case. I felt like an idiot for letting them go. I was just about to start walking down the street when the phone rang.

Benny had followed instructions!! He started feeling tired and cold so he rang the nearest doorbell and my neighbor called me.  I drove down to get him (Lea wanted to stay out some more), checked his BG and took him home. He was safely in range, he was just “normal” tired from sledding.

Since then I’m still nervous, but I let him go. We tell Benny diabetes shouldn’t slow him down or hold him back. So we can’t either.

(But, please, put a juice box in your pocket!)