Woke up at 1:00 this morning thinking my insomnia had kicked in again. Apparently it was my mom instincts because my son who is a type one diabetic was ticked off and fight with his inserter. I helped him with his issue and he finally got the cannula in place for his pump. He was extremely frustrated. Now mind you my son hardly ever complains about anything at all. He is very down to earth and mature for 15. I love him very much and am so proud that he takes on this disease everyday like a champ. I felt really bad for him today. I’ve never seen him het so mad before. My poor baby. I hugged him good and hard and told him how proud I am of him and sent him off to bed. It still amazes me how full of love i am for my children and regardless of their faults how proud i am of them.