Buckle up, ride the rodeo, stop whining, don't be a puss. Or a wuss.
Whew.
It got to me, that post. I think of it every now and then. And I think that the person who wrote it doesn't have an inkling of what it means to be a badass.
Yep, a BADASS.
I know some badasses. Specifically, some badass D-Mamas.
What makes a D-Mama a badass?
I will tell you.
If you raise more than one child with Type 1 in your family, you are a badass.
If you shoot skittles and other uppers into your hockey playing son and sit through practices, monitoring blood sugars like a honey badger, you are a badass.
If you tell it like it is, and ask others to create videos to help your son realize how great he is, you are a badass.
If you live thousands of miles away, but feel the same same, you are a European badass.
If you have kids with other conditions, and one with D, and you you rock it, you are a badass.
If you have your Type 1 son make videos, so he can help other Type 1 kids, you are a badass.
If your child changes his own insulin pump site, at his own pace, with support, you are a badass.
If you walk for diabetes and form a team, and 119 people show up for that team, you are a badass.
If you remind us all what we need to remember and know about being a DMama, you are a badass.
If you illustrate your life as a D Mama through gorgeous photos that show all parts of your sons life with D, you are a badass.
If you have one child with diabetes, then survive the diagnosis of another child, and maintain your sanity, you are a badass.
If your T1 daughter has a sleepover, and you go with her to let her have fun and feel like everyone else, you are a badass.
If you vlog about your daughters A1C with honesty and emotion, for all to see and to feel same same, you are a badass.
If you check your own blood sugar, to show teachers how to test blood sugar, you are a badass.
If your child has Type 1 and celiac, and you make sure they attend birthday parties, you are a badass.
If your child accepts their diabetes and wants to tell the world that it's OK, you are a badass.
If you share with others recipes that help your Type 1 child, you are a badass.
If you write gorgeous prose and write eloquently and honestly about having a Type 1 daughter, you are a badass D-Papa.
If you rock the shoes and a wicked sense of humor while caring for a Type 1 son, you are a badass.
If you parent a child who speaks up and says "I CAN have that!", you are a badass.
If you manage diabetes and have an 'off' day like everyone else, and everyone who reads it says 'same-same', you are a badass.
If you have sat in 504 meetings and worried about your son or daughter's care at school, you are a badass.
If you have pondered over which insulin pump to get and spent time researching them, you are a badass.
If your kitchen counter looks like all of our kitchen counters at days end, you are a badass.
If you yourself are Type 1, and you are raising a Type 1, you are such a badass.
If you have cried tears about your child's Type 1 diagnosis, and then dried them and moved on, you are a badass.
If you have ever been awake in the middle of the night, checking blood sugars, and decided to blog, you are a badass.
If you use EMLA cream on your child because that is what they need, you are a badass.
If your child lays down to change their pump site, because that is what they need, you are a badass.
If every day, you fight for what your child needs, their diabetic care and do what needs to be done, you are a badass.
If your child relies on you to change their pump site, because that is where they are at, you are a badass.
If your child needs to hold your hand, or hug you, or cry during their pump site change, and you recognize that, understand and provide a hand, a body or a shoulder on which to do so, you are such a badass.
If you encourage your child to do it themselves, when they are ready, in their good ole time, knowing, (much like the old they-won't-wear-diapers-to-college-saying), that they will not attend college with you changing their sites, you are a badass.
If you, every day, wake up, to do it all again, you are a badass.
I know there are tons more of you out there. Badass D-Mamas.
Tell me some more that you know. Provide the link in the comment section with your comment.
We should celebrate that WE are the badasses.
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