When I first started Dreams, Dishes, & Diabetes, it served as my safe place to write about all of the thoughts and feelings that went through my head and heart in the first few months after my 9-year-old son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
My private blog was called “Sweet to Sour in 60” and you can read my original About Me page at the D-Day link above.
I have kept the “Thoughts” posts in tact, as raw and honest as they were, with no editing. Even to this day, it is hard for me to reread some of the posts. I hope that if you are dealing with a similar situation, you will be able to relate to the emotions I have expressed here as a single mother of two children, one of which has diabetes.
So why the change?
Since that time, almost 6 months to the day he was diagnosed, I have found that we have fallen into our new normal life. We may not have fallen completely gracefully, but we’ve landed with a soft thud.
We have arrived at our final stop: Acceptance.
The place where….
Our dreams can be, and still are, as big as always.
Our sink will always be home to dirty dishes.
Our lives are exactly how they are supposed to be…diabetes and all.