I recently read a friend on facebook had posted.
'When life deals you lemons... find some vodka'.
Anyway, todays post is about two seperate incidents. Bittersweet, both of them. And both happened this morning. Just thinking about them makes me tear up.
Both tore at my heart in a similar way.
Where my kids are concerned there is only the deepest most protective kind of love. Selfless.
Ordinarily, I dont make a habit of looking around my sons room, as I clean up I stack his precious papers and writing books and put them into his draw. Hes quite prolific, writing out poems and songs and stories with illustrations, hes also a list maker and note taker. Love this about him. For some reason today, I picked up some books and flicked through. There were words in his immature-learning-to-write-scrappy-little-boy-trying-to-stay-inside-the lines-kind of way.
He had written a story entitled 'My little brother Reuben'.
My breathe caught in my throat, and I swear I almost turned blue.
He wrote 'My Mum has to keep him alive. I hope she can keep him alive every day.'
My head spun and my heart raced. Diabetes is a huge deal, and we pray together regularly for things, I guess this story was a heartfelt prayer, a big brother, worried about his little brother, and this disease. Painfully aware of the stress it causes his parents - the weight of this on his little 7 year old shoulders. My smart, funny, sensitive little boy. Seriously this just makes me so proud and sad, all at once.
The other incident...
It happened early, straight after Reubens morning test and insulin dosing. Josephine has taken to helping me invert the cloudy protaphane insulin, she also begs to flick the needle to get rid of the air bubbles. Amongst other little things, shes always got the needle clipper ready for me to take the sharp needle off the end ready for disposal.
Today after the needle was safe, she wanted to give her stuffed elephant some insulin, so I took the opportunity to talk with her about Reubens pancreas being effectively dead, and when she eats sugar her body knows what to do, but Reubens got to have medicine given to him. She surprised me and told me she knows that when hes low, he needs sugar. When hes high he needs more medicine. Frickety!
Normal innocent childhood play, with diabetes in the house. Sad, but proud.
Thats why its *bittersweet*.