D-Blog Day...Ramblings

This morning Brendon came to me and said he slept in three different places.

First, his bed; second, the floor in my bedroom; and third, the couch.

He played musical beds because he wet all three. He told me this at 6 a.m. I checked his glucose because I had a niggling feeling he was high. He clocked in at a 329. Yup, that says it all.

The things we take for granted....going to bed, sleeping without incident, waking up, eating breakfast, running after a ball, eating popcorn at a movie.

The things my son needs to be tested during, and what I worry about for fear of him running too low or too high....going to bed, waking up, eating breakfast, sleeping without incident, running after a ball, eating popcorn at a movie.

I have my moments when I believe in God and moments when I don't.

So I can't blame God for giving my son a disease that renders him at the mercy of skull splitting headaches, crippling lethargy, humiliating bed wetting, patience unknown to kids without diabetes which is needed when having to be tested before eating when he's hungry.

Today I met with Brendon's teacher for a parent/teacher conference. She was all praise and was amazed at his intelligence and his gift for math as well as his higher level of reading compared to other classmates. He loves math, he loves to write stories, he loves to read and learn and absorb. Information is all but devoured by this boy.

She said: "Whatever you're doing at home, keep doing it."

I said: "It's mostly Brendon. He propels himself. He's extremely self motivating."

If today I believed in God, I would have to say that maybe he chose Brendon to have diabetes....and to make up for his unjust decision, gave him the gifts of incredible resilience and the ability to let the burden of diabetes slide off his back. Maybe God was so generous because he saw all that Brendon was to enjoy through what he was to endure.