Dancing with Diabetes and laughing in the face of spica…..

Dancing with Diabetes and laughing in the face of spica…..

The lady sat in the dressing area nudged her friend in the arm and whispered loudly ‘she’s crying, is she ok?’.  Unable to resist I tried to follow her gaze to see which poor soul was sobbing in such a public arena and I almost squeaked with surprise when, as I turned my head, I felt a teardrop land on my cheek.

It was I, the mad lady in the corner sobbing at a children’s dance class.  As I reached into my bag for a tissue and found only bogey filled ones I felt the wetness grow heavier on my skin and then I let out a huge smile.

Six months ago, my beautiful baby was bound by spica, trapped in a plaster cage that physically protected and bound her and yet suddenly I was here, sitting in a cold damp waiting room watching my delightful two-year old girl frolic and dance in a ballet class all on her own.  I could see my baby girl, the  one the GP told me would be behind physically for years, laughing and twirling as she relished the time away from her mother, dancing with the big girls reclaiming her legs.

Only the day before I had sat in a cold school dance hall and watched my courageous big six-year-old angel put insulin into her leg and then pull on a costume and take centre stage for a dance exam that no bout in hospital was going to stop her attending.

My girls make me appreciate more what I once took for granted.  They make me crack with happiness and cry in joy for overcoming so quickly what I am still trying to face.

I give you my dancing princesses….


Dancing with Diabetes




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  1. November 12, 2012 / 9:58 pm

    What gorgeous and very brave girls you have. Big hugs lovely. xx

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:54 pm

      thanks emma x

  2. November 12, 2012 / 10:06 pm

    No wonder you had tears rolling down your face. It’s amazing how much a child’s determination can teach us (but don’t forget a lot of what they are achieving will be, in no small way, due to you too!)

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:54 pm

      Thanks 🙂

  3. November 13, 2012 / 4:06 am

    Now you made me cry again! Glorious moments to be cherished. I know it’s different but I’ve had similar moments over the years with my boy and his ASD. Fabulous moments that are a long time in coming and that other parent’s take for granted. Like the first time he had a 2 minute actual to & fro conversation with me, aged 4, or made friends ‘appropriately’with another child.

    Your girls are beautiful.

    xx Jazzy

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:54 pm


  4. November 13, 2012 / 7:51 am

    Beautiful x SO much to be proud of 🙂 x x

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:53 pm

      thanks ali x x x x x

  5. Merry
    November 13, 2012 / 7:52 am

    Oh peeps. Kids are amazing, aren’t they? I’ve sat and sobbed in Public too, sometimes from sadness and sometimes with awe that my girls just shook themselves and recovered from something so awful and carried on.

    Well done you for keeping them going.

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:53 pm

      cheers merry x

  6. November 13, 2012 / 9:49 am

    What beautiful courageous girls you have. It’s what makes being a mum worth it.

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:52 pm

      It does that x

  7. November 13, 2012 / 4:27 pm

    They both look adorable

    And crying at ballet class is obligatory – I do it each time I go and I’m supposed to be a big, hard meanie

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:52 pm

      you could never be a meanie x

  8. November 13, 2012 / 8:51 pm

    fabulous… what beautiful and courageous girls and I too would cry with pride! xxx

    • northernmum
      November 22, 2012 / 10:52 pm

      Thanks x

  9. April 29, 2013 / 12:44 am

    I had to to know what are the chances of inheritance of diabetes cause I’ve got a project to do and I can’t
    find those information!!!! Oh ya thanks for the info!
    🙂 XP.

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