Jenna is a going concern for me every single day. And I'm not even talking about her diabetes management. Jenna is a very BUSY little girl. A constant source of exasperation as well as tremendous joy. Today we decided to take a long road trip to visit family. Jenna had packed her little puppy dog back pack with a few board books and some other little trinkets. About a half hour into our journey I became conscious of a ripping sound emanating from the back seat. I look back to find Jenna tearing sheets of paper from her book and chewing on them.
"What are you doing?!" I yell. It never ceases to amaze me what no good deeds I find her up to. I became enraged as this was one in a long list of impish acts Jenna had performed today. I reach back to confiscate the hopelessly marred book and remove the wad of saliva soaked paper from her mouth and begin my rant.
"Please don't rip up your books and for goodness sake don't eat them!! I don't have a carb count for book!" Next thing I knew Jenna broke into a fit of genuine laughter and the rest of the family quickly followed. Jenna got the diabetic humour I inadvertently spouted out in my fit of frustration. I was actually proud of her at that moment. Proud that she could see the humour in her disease. At such a young age she was able to see past the daily drudgery and laugh about things. It was a moment of levity that we all needed. Take THAT diabetes!