My kids could instantly answer this question as it has become a family inside joke: "What's that smell?" The joke is at my expense, but lovingly. More concerned about facilitating the activities of my children, running our mini-farm, and never a fashionista, often pressed for time, I have found myself in some embarrassing situations.
Nothing says love like being on time to pick up your teenage daughter from an evening art class, but finding that in your haste to do chores, you have chicken sh*t all over your jacket. Few things make your children more proud than horse poo on your shoes while touring a potential university.
How does this relate to Blogging Diabetes Week? As parents of a child with diabetes, it is nearly universal that our first reaction is how could I have prevented this from happening and what did I do wrong? We are assured that we did nothing wrong, that there is nothing to prevent it, and yet, we hear mixed messages as they continue to search for a cure. It could have been triggered by a virus, our food sources and composition has changed, we are too anti-bacterial and anti-microbial in our search for cleanliness. Our kids don't get dirty enough and play in dirt.
|At about age 5, William liked growing carrots|