It was one of the last days of school before summer break, the girls were playing on the playground after school. Rowan has climbed to the top arch in the monkey bars, or whatever they call that climbing aparatus.
A teacher warns Rowan to be careful as she passes.
I'm carefully watching, but not hovering. I'm a sit on the sidelines and observe quietly type playground mother.
"I hate it when my little ones climb on that" she says to me walking by "They always give me a heart attack watching them. Don't you find that?"
I chuckle "I'm saving my heart attacks for worse scenarios"
"Yeah, I guess with her situation, you would."
I hadn't realized it, until that very moment: Type One Diabetes has forced me not to sweat the small stuff any longer.