I don't need them...

"Jory, you didn't put a pull-up on last night," I said to him, as he got up in the morning.

"I didn't wet myself," he answered proudly.

"I know you didn't wet yourself, but you wear the pull-up every night for the nights when you do wet yourself," I countered.

"But I didn't wet myself, Mommy," he repeated still proud.

"Yes, I know," I said, letting the subject manner drop.

Years ago, Grace introduced me to a church friend of hers named Shelly. SHelly was a fun loving girl with a great heart. Shelly suffered from seizures and had to take medication to try and prevent them. She could go months without one, then she'd convince herself she was "cured" and didn't need the medicine. Of course without fail, sadly she'd have another seizure then go back on the meds.

One day, on a bus bench in one of the Carolinas, thousands of miles from home, Shelly had a seizure. A seizure that ended her earthly life as she was trying to get back home to Santa Monica. I don't believe she was taking her medication at the time.

Whenever Jory doesn't wet himself through the night and isn't wearing his pull-up, he feels like its proof that he doesn't need to wear one; and I automatically think of Shelly and her arguments on why she didn't need her medication.