I asked him: if the dinosaur loves cookies, why did you feed it pi?
It is six years to the day since Samuel was diagnosed. I am, every day, grateful for this healthy, strong, smart, thoughtful, funny boy of mine who is so quickly growing into a man. I am also thankful on a daily basis for insulin and for living in the Boston area, full of hospitals and technology.
Thank you, Sam. Every day of your life--before and after diabetes struck--you have taught me (sometimes with joy and laughter, sometimes with tears or frustration) what is most important in this life. I am so privileged to be your mother.
I am not a man. Not yet. And I didn't feed the dinosaur pi, since nothing living can eat an irrational number (in this case, pi).
ReplyDeleteI said "turning into"...and the dinosaur is not alive, so it can eat pi.
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