I watch in amazement as he fights with us to check his own finger after we adjust his tester so that he wont prick his finger in the wrong spot. I listen in awe as he tells his Gramma where the needle tips are kept. I stand back and listen as he tells complete strangers "Look at my scary snake! I have diabetes. I was diagnosed!" What 3 year old has the capacity to comprehend his disease at such a young age. He is so small.. but yet he has the height of a giant in my eyes. Someone who can take over the world in such a small body! Someone who can soar to the tops of mountains with no fear because to him, he has overcome anything that is set in his path with such heroic bravery, which to me, deserves the highest medal.. the shiniest... the most colorful.. a medal that honors who he is.
Hudson was running a bit low on Saturday while helping his daddy and Opa outside with yard work and out of nowhere I hear this voice "Life is a HHHHIIIIGGGH WAY... I want to ride it ALL NIGHT LONG! do do do.. Life is a MOM I NEED AN OREO!" One minute he is singing his song from his favorite movie, the next he realizes he is feeling a bit low.. As I check his tiny finger I smile down at my little boy, who's white blond hair is shining like gold in the sun and say "Hudson you are right.. you need an oreo.. 2 of them" and his response was "told ya" as he ran off to follow his daddy around the yard as I run in to grab a couple oreos anddex tabs to combat his low of 3.1! How in the world did he feel that? Is he already that used to his diabetes that he can tell when he needs a little boost? So, not thinking anything more about it, we went about our morning. That night at 2:30am I hear a tiny voice coming from his beadroom "DADDY! I need a jelly bean!!!!" I thought to myself as I sat up "AGAIN? How can he feel that? He is sleeping???" but sure enough.. he needed a few jelly beans and some cheese and applesauce, and with a sleepy grin, he went back to sleep.. me on the other hand couldn't. i lay awake wondering "how can someone so small and so new to this disease know when he is low and know enough to feel it when he is sleeping?"
To me, a superhero comes in all shapes and sizes. And for me, I am living with the bravest superhero in the world. I just hope that I can say "Thanks for making me a fighter" because even on the roughest days, my mini superhero still has a smile.. even on the toughest days, my personal hero still gives me a reason to fight just a bit harder and to never give up. Because in giving up we surrender and in surrendering we give the upperhand to a vicious disease.. so as we fight with our foamy swords in the yard I am grateful to my tiny superhero. Because in fighting we overcome the world :) And we become stronger than yesterday
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