My Little Girl.....

My little girl is just that. A little girl.
She runs, leaps, giggles, collects bugs
Pricks her fingers to test her blood sugars probably every three hours
Gets harpooned by a needle to insert her insulin pump every three days.

My little girl
Wants nothing more than to be, simply, a little girl
To have sleepovers and camp outs
To snarf back sugary sweets at the movie theatre.

She counts carbohydrates
Monitors her blood sugars
And probably has more working knowledge about her body
Than most average adults I know.

She never raised her hand, leaping out from a line up
"Pick me! Pick me!"
"I *want* to have type 1 diabetes"
She had no say in the matter.
We rise to the occassion as best we can.

So, in response, I become so utterly discombobulated
When an ADULT would rather she NOT participate
Because diabetes makes them uncomfortable.

What about HER comfort? What about HER childhood?

Or are those just sacrifices, like finger tips
and scattered used test strips.
Diabetes doesn't make YOU comfortable.
Well who on Earth said it had anything to do with you?