Today’s special guest blogger is none other than one of the Dudettes…my 13 year old daughter. Mrs. Dude suggested she write a post and I thought the idea was pretty cool. And since it freed me from a day of blogging, I jumped at the opportunity.
So what’s it like when your dad has celiac disease? Read on to find out.
From a kid’s perspective, nothing is worse than seeing your parents upset. For me specifically, seeing my dad stand in front of the fridge, not knowing what to eat is the worst. You want to help him and cure everything, but come on, really? A cure? There’s no way.
So there he is, standing in front of the fridge, staring. I glance onto the gluten free shelf, and I see five things, at the most. Most people would start whining (me) and complaining that their life sucks. Not him.
He doesn’t complain that he can’t eat most food out there.
He doesn’t complain on family pizza night, when we are enjoying nice cheesy pizza and he is sitting there eating chicken.
He just doesn’t. I don’t know how it does it, but he does.
So what is it like living with a Celiac daddy, you may ask?
Well, when it comes to being active and playing outside, Celiac (for the most part) doesn’t come into play. For that, I am very fortunate. My dad did not stop his active life because of this disease. He did not let Celiac ruin his life and how he did it leaves me speechless. So for this, I’m incredibly fortunate.
Then there’s the food part. The part where he can’t eat what we are eating.
Now, I should just say it right off the bat that I am NOT gluten free. Although I have tried to take a week, I find it literally impossible. No pizza? No bread? Oh my god… NO BAGELS?
I didn’t last a day.
But don’t let this trick you. Don’t be fooled into thinking I don’t care. Because believe me, that isn’t the case. I think the fact that I couldn’t go gluten free boosted my respect for my dad. Here is he eating 100% gluten free and I’m sitting next to him eating a bagel. Oops.
The worst part is the guilt. When he gets glutened, you never know what caused it. Was it that new restaurant we went to on Friday? Did the ketchup have hidden gluten in it? Or was it my glutened hand touching the ice. We don’t know. You can’t blame me for feeling terrible. I just put my dad in two months of misery and there is nothing I can do. Ugh. Celiac sucks. Level of respect for my dad just boosted 100%.
Altogether, I am just extremely grateful that I have a dad who cares so much about the gluten free community and his health. He is truly inspiring and without a doubt, my role model. I don’t know what I would do without him, really. He brightens my mood every day with his charismatic personality. He never fails to make me smile, despite his rough disease.
Celiac has made quite a few bumps in the road. It is not been easy, nor has it been fun. Yet each day he wakes up, ready to start over. He is ready to make a change in the gluten free world.
My dad believes that his blog is small and not many people follow it.
What he doesn’t know is that he is changing lives. Newly diagnosed Celiacs are looking for a voice to guide them; a voice to lead them on the right track. As soon as they find him, they have begun on the road to recovery.
Daddy… you are incredible and you amaze me every day.
You mean the absolute world to me.
Stay strong and keep on going.
I love you daddy.
I can’t even say that enough.
I love you.