This morning we went out to breakfast as a family. When we eat out, about 30% of the time someone will come over and compliment how well behaved our boys are, they’ll give each boy a dollar as a “good job”, or sometimes people anonymously pay for our meal because they so enjoyed watching our young family. I always appreciate this.
This morning was different, but also well-intentioned.
As I’m shepherding our boys between the tables to leave the restaurant, this woman jumps up and bear hugs me around my neck. She is a foot shorter than me so she’s on tiptoes hanging off of me. She whispers in my ear, “I’m going to be praying for you.” I’m trying to figure out (1) Do I know her? (2) What on Earth does she think I specifically need prayers for? (3) How frequently does she do this to people? My husband assumed I knew her by the fervor and duration of the hug.
I gently pull back enough to see her face and say, “Um…thank you for that.” She says, “Well, you have cancer and I’m going to pray for you.” She saw my pod and evidently thought it was Neulasta, I suppose. I said, “Oh, I don’t have cancer! I’m just diabetic. But thanks!” She said she was going to pray for me anyway. I didn’t want her to feel embarrassed. I tried to act like I thought this was a normal interaction. I know she meant well. I just haven’t been bear hugged like that from a stranger in quite a while. It’s happened before. But not lately.
So then my boys were wondering what that was all about. It spurred a conversation about pumps, T1D, etc. Apparently there are two girls in my older son’s grade (one of whom is in his class this year) who have T1D and use pods. My youngest son’s speech teacher uses pods, as well. I told my older son that he could tell the little girl in his class that I have T1D, too and use pods, too. He said, “I don’t want to talk about it at school and feel embarrassed. I don’t want people knowing you have a disease and have them always talk about it. It would be embarrassing.”
I haven’t read too much into that other than he’s getting to an age of increased self-awareness and awareness of the social strata.
Anyway…I feel like this morning was a very kind “prayer assault” but it felt super, super weird to me. I had forgotten my pod was even visible bc I just don’t think about it anymore. Today was a reminder that other people definitely do notice and draw their own conclusions.