Sunday, September 16, 2012
My Hero and my World
When I was in 4th grade my mom told us she was pregnant. To this day it is still hard for me to believe since I was the youngest and there is a 11 year difference between my younger brother and me. I always want a little sister because I had two older brothers, but I was still excited to find out I was having a brother. Isaac was born on August 8th 2005. Little did I know that boy would become my world and later my inspiration. When he was first born I wanted to be that helpful big sister, and teach him how to do simple tasks. I remember the moments when he walked and crawled; almost like he was my own kid. When he was a toddler he thought that he could do all that his older siblings could do, so he was quite a little trouble maker. when he was 4 my oldest brother went to college and 2 years later my other brother went, and I saw how hard it was for him to see them leave. I often wonder what will happen when I go and he is so young and wants to be as old as us. When he was 6 he started wetting the bed again; which is odd for kids his age to start doing that again. My mom then took him to the doctors only thinking he would have allergies, but it turned out to be worse. My little brother was diagnosed with Juvenile (type 1) Diabetes a week after my birthday. He did not understand what this meant, but the rest of the family took it hard than he did. He was a healthy kid and it did not run in my family, so it was a shock to us all. My little brother was my world and to see him get 4 shots everyday breaks my heart, but he never complains or thinks he has it bad because he knows others have it worse. I sometimes think how his life is going to be different because he has to count his carbs, he could lose a foot, and even have bad vision. You never know you can become your hero and inspiration until you sit and think what it would be like to be them. I wish I could have it instead of him, but he is a strong 7 year old; and for that he is my hero and my inspiration.
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Actually, I can relate to this blog very, very well. First off, my mom was like 14 when my uncle was born and my grandparents both worked jobs at night so she had to take care of him a lot. Now that I think of it, I can see there being a connection between my mother and my uncle like a bond that can never be broken, they are extremely close. I have two sisters but they are around the same age as me and all we do is argue and fight so I feel like that if our ages would have been more spread apart it would be different. On a second note, I also have type one diabetes. i was diagnosed in 5th grade and my life changed entirely. I feel like I am no different than anyone else even though I also have to take shots four times a day. I can see why he doesn't mind it because after a while, you don't really feel the shots anymore. When it comes to telling people that I have diabetes I am very shy about it. I often wonder and think that people will single me out and think I'm different so I try not to bring up the subject as much. This is a very inspirational blog that I can relate very close to, I love every bit of it.
ReplyDeleteReading this kind of made me sad but happy at the same time. I was always the youngest, I have an older brother and I had no idea what it felt like to have a younger sibling. My brother is four years older than me and when he got his girlfriend pregnant on accident I was so excited! I hung out with her all the time and when I felt the baby move for the first time it was the coolest thing in the world. When they found it that the baby was a girl I got even more excited. Towards the end of the pregnancy I was around all the time until she started staying at her house because the hospital she was going to was really close to her house. She was overdue and they had to induce her and as soon as we found out and I got out of school we rushed to the hospital and we were sitting in the waiting room all night just waiting. She had troubles with the way she was positioned and ended up having to get a C-Section and when I saw my niece for the first time, it was the best feeling ever and she isn’t even mine! She stayed at her parents for a couple weeks and when she finally came down to our house I was like glued to her side and helped her as much as possible. My niece made me realize that I need to do the best I can because I want to be someone she looks up to.
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