A Mother of Type 1

A mother of type one...
I'm sure that's not fun. 

Some kids call their mom when their heart gets broken, 
I called mine when my pump wasn't working. 

Our mother-daughter dates were trips to the endo,
Her bringing me  juice for that 1am low. 

She never promised to make it better, or that there would be a cure,
But just having her beside me has made a difference, that's for sure. 

From the needles to carb counting, nothing makes my mom blink
She's steady and unwavering; she can make any woe shrink. 

A mother of type one...
I'm sure that's not fun. 
But, with you as my mom, the biggest prize I have won!