Sno-cones

Yesterday I was at a Kindergarten end of the year picnic. When we arrived, it was hot and humid, and the kids were all running around with sno-cones. I immediately felt a cringe, wondering if Emily would want one, and began instictively planning for that possibility. We didn't see Zachary right away, so we were just standing there looking around, when I saw a little girl. She was probably about Emily's age, maybe a little younger, and she looked so blissful as she wandered around with her own sno-cone. Smiling absent-mindedly, she pulled the straw from her sugary treat and sucked on the end. Suddenly I felt physically sick. I wanted to cry. I wanted my little girl to be so innocent and unaware of the hidden carbs in foods. It only lasted a moment, but for that sad moment I mourned all that Emily lost when she became diabetic.

Emily never even asked for a sno-cone.