The following took place one morning as Elise, Mattias and I ate breakfast.
Elise: Mattias, I want to talk to you about something. About my diabetes.
Elise: Mom, can I talk about my diabetes?
Me: Of course you can.
Elise: Why do I have to get insulin shots? (we've talked about this many times with her, but she likes to ask again from time to time)
Me: Because you have diabetes. A part in your body, called the pancreas is broken. The pancreas makes insulin, which we need to live. Since your pancreas doesn't make any insulin, we have to give it to you with shots.
Elise: Why did my pancreas break?
Me: (thinking in my head, oy... I'm not going over auto-immune attacks with a THREE year old) Well Elise... we just don't know why your pancreas broke. Doctors are trying to figure out why.
Elise: Does your pancreas work?
Elise: How about Mattias's?
Me: His works too.
Elise: Why did I have to get diabetes, Mom?
Me: You know what I think? Only the strongest, the bravest, and the most special kids have diabetes. Because God knows that you would be able to handle it. Other kids would run away screaming from a needle, but you just hop up in my lap and you don't even cry! You and all the other kids with diabetes are pretty amazing!
Elise: Sometimes I don't feel very brave.
Me: But you are. And I want you to always remember it, okay?
And with that, question time was over. Pretty heavy stuff for a three year old.
***some of the content of this conversation has been edited; like when Mattias stuck his hand in his smoothie, or the squirrel who decided it would be fun to taunt our dog from the safety of his tree, causing Seven to go all sorts of berserk.
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