At the Friends for Life conference, people who are living with type 1 diabetes wear bright green bracelets. Green bracelet’ers are the people who know what my diabetes life is like, from the injections to the blood checks, from the guilt to the successes. They get it.
But the orange bracelets go on the wrists of the loved ones of people with diabetes. The moms and dads. The siblings. The friends. The people who take such excellent and compassionate care of PWDs.
And this year, there’s an orange bracelet on the wrist of my three year old daughter, who is experiencing her first Friends for Life conference. She’s played with beach balls in the exhibit hall and covered her name badge with stickers, danced in restaurants while waiting for ice cream, had her face painted, and made art projects out of colored pom poms and pipe cleaners. She’s meeting other mommies who have type 1 diabetes, who wear their insulin pumps on their hip and test their blood sugar. And she’s meeting other little kids who have parents who are wearing green bracelets, who know that glucose tabs are for “whoa bwoodsugars” and that our bags are always packed with snacks … for everyone.
This is the magic of Friends for Life – it’s not just magical for me anymore. It’s for her, too.