Tonawanda News —
"No, Daddy. That's not right. Do it like this."
She stuck herself, squeezed out a small drop of blood and fed the reader.
"It's OK, Daddy. You'll do better next time. You just need practice."
I chuckled. I tucked her in. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. I thought then that everything would be just perfect.
I knew everything would be perfect the next day, when I tried to measure her sugar level before lunch and she insisted I wait until lunch was served so as to not leave a gap of time between pricking and eating.
And when she showed some her friends how she measures her blood? Well, the last ounce of worry dissipated.
I can't help but feel concern for my children. But time and time again, no matter the obstacle, they show a resilience that would be a million-dollar seller if it could be bottled and sold.
As for "normal?" Well, I'm realizing that's really a word without a definition. Whatever we make of life IS normal.
And that does not suck.
Contact Paul Lane at firstname.lastname@example.org.