Today was Grace's first day at camp. She goes to the Clara Barton Camp. This is her second year attending one-week day camp. She's on the timid side, so she's definitely not one of those kids jumping for joy and squealing wanting to introduce me to all her new BFFs she met today. She's my observer. She takes it all in, and quietly loves everything camp has to offer.
And I love camp, too. I know several of you D-moms out there have blogged about your concerns sending your little ones off to camp. Not me. I actually quite enjoy the short break camp offers me from obsessing over Grace's numbers. When one of my other kids wants a snack or a drink they can just have it. No weighing, measuring, checking or bolusing. I know that Grace's well cared for by qualified counselors and nurses, most of whom are diabetics themselves. She crafts, swims (yep, swimmer's ear is all cleared up!), plays Doctor Dodgeball (the best I can gather is this is some sort of game where the goal is to pummel the "doctor" with the ball - how perfect!).
When Grace is away I get to spend quality time with my other two children. I so often feel they're the forgotten one's in our diabetic home. So it's nice to have a week to splurge with them in the food department - slushies, ice cream in the middle of the day, orange juice for breakfast (I know, crazy).
Maybe if it was sleep-away camp I'd be more concerned. Her numbers are never stellar when she's there (for example, today she was 78, 59 and 196) but these numbers are actually pretty good compared to where she's been recently. And I feel the enjoyment she gets far outweighs the shaky numbers.
So I love camp. And Grace loves camp. And I have a sneaky suspicion that her siblings love camp, too!
Where do you weigh in on camp?
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