That back to school feeling has always been my favorite. Excitement mixed with fear as you leave your kid’s hearts in the hands of others for the majority of the day. You hope that the other kids will see how you see them, that teachers and staff will love them how you love them. While no matter who you are it’s a mixture of relief and happiness when you watch them walk in, it takes a little something else to know that their lives are literally in their hands. You hope they will realize that the sudden tears might mean his blood sugar is crashing, you hope that this year a kid doesn’t try to rip off his dexcom, that he won’t catch a stomach virus and end up in the hospital, you hope that everything is as easy as it can be for him considering and you pack glucose in his pencil box and cry just a little, in the darkness of the early morning kitchen, and you’re awake because you had to treat a low. Here’s to all you parents out there, the ones with kids who don’t need juice boxes to save their life, the ones who raise compassionate friends who help when our #t1d kids are low and high, to the parents who know the fears that I am talking about. You got this. We got this. Let’s go.