I just found out about a great opportunity. An overnight trip to the corporate headquarters of a company that is in everyone’s home including mine. I want to go. It’s right up my alley.
But when I checked my calendar I realized there was one tiny problem.
My daughter starts kindergarten on a Monday. The trip is Wednesday and Thursday of that same week.
I won’t be missing her first day of school. In fact depending on my flight schedule I might even be able to drop her off that Wednesday morning on the way to the airport.
But here’s the sticking point: I hadn’t made up my mind about how I am going to approach her first weeks of school.
You see, I have to give control over to the school as far as her diabetes care is concerned. There is only the one nurse for 11 grade schools and we have been told that she gets to every diabetic child at lunch time.
I want to let the school and the nurse establish a routine based on her care guidelines. But then again I kind of wanted to go to school at lunchtime the first week or so to make sure that she is being tested and given the right injection at the right time.
Just to oversee.
On the one hand I don’t want to be the only parent there at lunchtime. I want her to assimilate with the other children. I don’t want her to need me there at lunchtime each day.
On the other hand, she has never had anyone but family give her injections.
I left her in the hands of her preschool teachers after her diagnosis because she was in a safe environment. They knew her; had known her since she was one.
But the new teachers don’t know her. The nurse doesn’t know her. The kids don’t know her.
Does she need me there the first week to make sure things are going well? Do I need to be there to help correct the situation if they are not?
I don’t think I am one of those moms who is so sappy on the first day of school and has problems letting her child grow up and take the next step. (And that’s no criticism of moms who are like that.)
But when your child’s life is in someone else’s hands (and that is absolutely no exaggeration; her care is literally life or death), it adds another dimension to the equation.
I would be gone less than 36 hours. But that’s two lunchtimes.
What would you do?
Update: I chose a trip the subsequent week, which was a good thing because the regular school nurse was on leave and I lacked confidence in the substitute nurse.