Parenting a child with type 1 is a strange blend of strategy.
Last night the kids and I were baking a zesty orange cake together.
For my eldest it was all about licking the beater. For my middle child it was counting the eggs as we cracked them into the mixing bowl. Her favourite place is perched beside the kitchen aid watching the ingredients go around and around.
For Reuben? He loves peering into the oven, watching the cake as it cooks. Its also about grabbing at the oven door and trying to dive into the hot oven (Think - Hansel and Gretel) while Im sticking my skewer in to test the cake. I have to say to him "Ouch. HOT." in a stern voice. He looks at me with this queer been there done that kind of face. Its as if to say, Mum... really.
He deals with finger pricks and needles and I tell him its ok and it doesnt hurt, he will be fine. How do I teach him some pain is good for him, and some pain (like burns from seeing a cake entirely too macroscopically!) is definately no good for him.
Its hot Reubs , and ouchy.
Cos Im your Mummy.