Take Good Care of Me.
“I’m going to draw a picture of Grandpa.”
“Okay, so where do you start?”
She put her finger to her lips, pondering. “How about … a head! With two eyes! And a nose with nostrils. And some cheeks.”
Birdy pressed her pen against the paper, painstakingly drawing a circle for the head, and then two eyes, and a nose. Her attention to detail shows me how much of the world she draws in through her eyes.
“So then … a neck?” She draws a nice, loooong neck. (Her people sometimes look like the kin of giraffes.) “And then some shoulders and a necklace?”
“Does Grandpa wear a necklace?”
“No …” She thinks again. “He wears a watch. And then … hmmm … what else he has on his body?”
“Well, people have lots of the same body parts. Two eyes, two ears, nostrils, teeth, a neck. Look at mommy’s body – what do I have that Grandpa also has?”
She surveyed my body closely. “We already has the eyes. And the nose. Oh, knees!!” Pressing the pen to her notebook with satisfaction, some knees were added to her drawing. “But not a Dexcom. You have a Dexcom. You has one but I don’t have one. Or Grandpa doesn’t have one. You have it.”
“True. But what does it do?”
“It goes ‘BEEEEEP!’ when you need glupose tabs or if you need some insuwin.”
“Right. It helps me do my job. Because what’s my job?”
“To take good care of me,” she says, concentrating hard as she gave Grandpa a second nose.