Forgetting

Saturday night

Everyone is home

From soccer tournament

From hockey game

From soccer game

From working mom’s weekend errands

Putting away groceries

Ben finds his favorite

A bag of frozen wontons

“Please mom?”

Kitchen is a buzz

All three boys

All at the same time

Telling stories

Of their athletic triumphs

Open wonton bag

Dump in hot pan

Dump bag in trash

It’s a cacophony

Of play-by-plays

And we tease

And we laugh

And I forget

Kitchen timer buzzes

Wontons are done

Ben rushes over with plate

“How hungry are you?

How many do you want?”

“Can I have them all?
Chuckle

“Can you save some for me?”

But I am a mom

And Ben is my heart

So I give him most

His plate is full

Ben smiles

I smile

Jeff interrupts

“Do you know how many carbs

are on that plate?”

Carbs?

Oh my!

I forgot

For a glorious hour

I totally forgot

We were a normal family

Cooking a meal

Laughing

And not worrying

About blood sugars

Insulin

And carbs!

Well at least I forgot

Fortunately, Jeff did not

I laugh and tease

“I am a horrible T1 mom!

I totally forgot Ben had diabetes!”

As I am digging through trash

For wonton wrapper

To help with carb math

Ben whispers in my ear,

“Sometimes I do that too.

Doesn’t it feel good?”

I don’t want to admit it

I don’t want to encourage forgetting

Not the healthiest

Or safest

Way to handle a chronic disease

But he is right

For a sweet moment

It did feel good

So I smile at him

And nod my head

And he smiles too.