I have to admit that I’m really, really, really jealous sometimes of the parents who pull into the parking lot of dance or gymnastics, open the door, and let their kids go in…alone.
As the parent of a six-year-old child with diabetes, I can’t just drop my daughter off somewhere, especially when physical activity is involved.
Today I mentioned to Q on the way to gymnastics that I needed to put gas in the car. I planned to do it right after class on our way back home.
Q said, from the back seat, “I have an idea. You can drop me off. I’ll go inside. You can get gas. And then you can come back.”
I replied, ” You know what? That is a good idea.”
I heard a loud “YES!” which I am sure was accompanied by a fist pump.
She told me that she never gets dropped off and that she was glad for the chance.
The reality is that I was gone all of eight minutes. The gas station is right next door. I was back and sitting in the waiting area before class even started.
I don’t think for Q the privilege of being dropped off had anything to do with diabetes, but rather was a matter of me having confidence in her that she could be mature enough to go inside all by herself and wait for class to start.
Do you drop your T1 kid off at sports practice or do you stay with her? Do you wish you could just drop her off and run errands like other parents?