Yesterday, my mother gave $5 to Max.
"I want to give half of it to JDRF. Will you help me make a donation?" he asked.
That made for another proud mama moment!
And, that was not a copy-cat move. Max doesn't know that Madeline campaigned to persuade her Sunday school class to donate their saved funds to JDRF. He only knows that he wants to help his brother.
He's growing up with diabetes. He was only two when Jack was diagnosed, and he doesn't remember life before highs, lows, pokes, shots and carb counting. Shortly after Jack was diagnosed, he used to go into our pantry, grab a box of crackers or cereal, and then ask in his toddler voice, "How many carbs is dis?"
Today, at age five, three-and-a-half years into our D life, he can read a nutritional label and calculate the carbs himself (well...sort of...he may need some assistance on the math, but you get the idea). When Jack feels low, he will run and grab the strips, the meter and the lancing device and bring them to Jack.
He's a sweet little guy, my Max. Diabetes affects him, too, and he wants to do something about it.