It started with Joe rolling up the BETA BUDDIES Book and kind of sitting on it. He did not want the class to see his picture on the cover.
I think he looks CUTE here...
So, Joe and I presented Type 1 Diabetes to his class yesterday...
I think, well I know that I embarrassed Joe. I left his school feeling pretty bad, sad, and mad. Mad at myself for not choosing my words more carefully. Disappointed in myself for still crying. Six years into this life of managing diabetes and I still cry when I tell his classroom that what I want them to take away from my talk about diabetes is that Joe is a normal boy that can do anything that he sets his mind to. Of course I did not say it eloquently like that. I said something like "he likes to run and play just like each one of you...he has brown hair...he has brown eyes...and ..." (* could not speak as my eyes started stinging and I lost my composure a bit*)
Joe's teacher, thankfully, took mercy on me and got the class engaged in talking about all the sporting activities Joe participates in. They talked about his sweating issue, which they all thought was due to diabetes. I chimed in with I think Joe is just a "sweat"-er.
One child then asked how I knew to take Joe into the doctor when Joe was diagnosed. I talked about the sippy cups full of water just to satiate Joe during short car rides to the grocery store. I then said something about urine laden diapers. Apparently, and I realize this is common sense, "sippy cup" and "diaper" and perhaps "urine" are taboo words when talking about your nine year old in front of their entire class. I am sure the "sweat" coversation did not help matters either. I suck.
Joe handled it with grace. He pulled a "Reyna", by diffusing his embarrassment with humor.
I left his school heavy hearted, feeling like I let him down. I think not having the book to focus my attention lead me down the path of insensitive bodily excrement talk and infantile product discussion.
Ruining Joe's day-in-the-life.