Ci, I can hardly believe I am waking up today as the mother of a teenager. How can it be thirteen years since the moment you were born and I had the son I secretly wanted all throughout my pregnancy? It only seems like yesterday that you were fixated with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and shouting… Continue reading To Cian, on your 13th birthday.
Fin, Today marks 7 years since you were diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. I remember getting home from the hospital and once you were safely tucked up in bed, I started scouring the internet for information and joining support groups to try and make sense of our new world. During these searches, I came across posts from people who were celebrating their child's "diaversary", otherwise known as the anniversary of their diagnosis, and I'm not going to lie, I was appalled. What on earth was there to celebrate? How could they be celebrating the worst day of their lives? The mere thought of it, made me feel sick. But then as I read on, I realised that it wasn't the diagnosis itself that they were celebrating, but what they had achieved in spite of it.
So this week, the post about the "materialistic" parents has made an appearance. I'm sure you know the one where the presents are piled 2/3rds up the tree and then everyone jumps on the bandwagon and talks about what a despicable person this mother is for showering her children with such a ridiculous amount of gifts.
Ci, I can hardly believe I am waking up today, mother to a 12 year old! Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted to be was a mother. I used to carry my dolls everywhere pretending they were real and when some of my friends got pregnant in their teens, I was overcome with jealousy! But as they say, good things come to those who wait and on the 29th July 2006 at 5:54am, you made me the happiest woman alive when you came screaming into the world......