A Reflection on Linens

 

Scarred fingertips: the shared badge of those with T1D...even at age 3.

Scarred fingertips: The badge Isabella shares with others with Type 1 Diabetes.

I pull the matching pink quilts out of the dryer and head upstairs to do what I always tell Greg is my least favorite house-cleaning task: changing sheets. Before dropping off each quilt in the girl’s rooms I hold them up to determine whose is whose. Two years ago these quilts were identical in every way.

But today they are different.

One still has the bright pink glow that got me to succumb to purchasing a non-sale item from Pottery Barn Kids.

The other is faded from too-frequent washings.

One is always placed on the bed with the corner tags tickling the footboard.

The other gets rotated each time so as to distribute evenly the tiny stains of blood drops that, despite our best efforts to wipe clean little fingers after middle-of-the-night blood sugar checks, have accumulated over the past year and a half.

And so I place the quilts on the girls beds…and continue my dislike of changing sheets.

Because today they are different.

Cheers to Changing the World (and linens)~
Kristina

Comments

  1. darlene owen says:

    Brought tears to my eyes actually seeing in print all the finger pricks tbat our precious girl has to have and she does them without complaints.

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