The Scout and the bike accident

My eldest can be a pain in the ar*e approximately 95% of the time. But, when the chips are down, he surprises us all and reminds us what a lovely son and brother he really is.

I took the kids for a bike ride the other day. We agreed that the boys would ride on ahead, sticking together, and I would ride with my daughter. We’d gone about 100 metres when my younger son wobbled, skidded and fell off his bike in truly spectacular fashion right in front of us.

As I picked my shaken son up, my daughter grappled with his bike and her own, before a stranger moved the bike for us. Another stranger turned his van round specifically to come and check he was OK.

He was pale and his elbow was hurting. I wanted to look at it, but he wouldn’t let me. He’s afraid of blood and didn’t want to see it – or even to know that I’d seen it. He wanted to remain in blissful ignorance. But when we saw it start to soak through the sleeve of his hoodie, we knew we had to look. He struggled to pull his sleeve up.

Then my eldest stepped in and took control. He yanked his zip down and pulled his hoodie off his arm from the top.

There was more blood than I would have liked to have seen. And certainly a lot more than my son would have liked to see. Before I had chance to say ‘That doesn’t look good, perhaps we’d better go home’, my eldest took charge.

‘That’s fine!’ he said and quickly covered his arm back up.

Not because he was anxious to get on with his bike ride, but because he was protecting his brother. He knew that knowing about the blood would make his brother feel worse than he already felt.

Although he was still pale, his elbow was hurting and he felt shaky, my son insisted he went for a bike ride. He had a few swigs of water and he was gone.

I didn’t see them again for a long time. I thought we’d catch them up or we’d see them coming back the other way, but we didn’t. I started to get anxious. I shouldn’t have let him go. I was concerned he might go into shock. I was concerned about how much more he would bleed. I wished I’d had something to give him to eat to get his blood sugar up, but I hadn’t. It was just my two boys on their own.

When we eventually met them, my son’s arm was bandaged. By his brother.

About halfway to the town they’d realised my son’s arm wasn’t OK after all. So when they got to the town, my eldest went into a shop to buy a bandage. He had a fiver in his pocket, but, I’m not sure why, the shop wouldn’t accept payment for the 90p bandage. When he’d told them it was for his brother who’d cut his arm, they let him have it for free.

Then, using his Scout first aid training, my eldest had expertly bandaged his brother.

I’m so proud of him for taking care of his brother and having the sense to go and get the bandage, as well as having the skills to bandage him up.

He might be a pain in the ar*e most of the time, but, when we really need his help, he always steps up.

“MumofThree

Author: Sarah Mummy

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    • Thanks very much! I was so proud of him. It’s so nice to see him doing something good for a change. x

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  1. What a lovely story. So good that these out of school places teach kids real good stuff to use in the world. A nice memory of brotherly love there x

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    • Thank you! I was so proud of him. I wanted to record it here for posterity. Scouts is brilliant at teaching essential skills for life.

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  2. Ah Sarah, that warmed me cockles it did! What a truly tear-jerking story of brotherly love. Thanks for sharing! Hope you’ve had a good summer. I’ve not done much blog stuff so it’s nice to touch base with your blog again. x

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    • Thanks very much! It’s nice when they do these things to remind you they’re not all bad really! All good here, thanks, although probably ready for the kids to go back to school! x

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  3. Oh bless this is absolutely lovely. I read your post yesterday too and it’s so great that you’ve immediately been able to follow up with such a positive story. They do pull it out of the bag when they need to teenagers don’t they? A couple of years ago, my sister was playing with Libby on the pool table and got distracted and walked off. Libby tried to follow her and fell off the pool table head first. My dopey 14 (at the time) year old brother dived over the pool table and caught her ankles just before she hit the floor. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen him move.x

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    • Wow, that’s very impressive! They can be good and helpful when they need to be.
      I was amazed as they really had ground me down with their awful behaviour, then this happened the day after I’d written yesterday’s post. It’s nice to be reminded there’s a good boy buried inside the teenager! x

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  4. Aww that’s so lovely to read and I hope your younger sons arm is a lot lot better now. Never nice to see so much blood, especially on little ones 🙁

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    • Thanks very much! It was better by the morning, just a bit bruised. He’d definitely needed something to stop it bleeding though, so his brother did just the right thing.

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    • Thanks very much! It really did 🙂 It was great to see that he’s not all bad really!

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  5. Oh my goodness, this is something to be hugely proud of! I love it that they prove to us when it’s necessary, that they really do care for and love one another. Perhaps i should set up a situation like this for my two girls 😉 Seriously though, neither of them would know how to tie a bandage! x

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    • Thanks! I’m very proud of them. I’m not sure I could do a bandage either, good old Scouts!

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    • Thanks very much, he certainly is!

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  6. We see someone’s true colours when the chips are down. No wonder you were proud what a caring, kind, loving son you have! #SSAmazingAchievements

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    • That’s very true! Thanks very much 🙂

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  7. That brought tears to my eyes, sometimes brothers can just be amazing and lovely to know that he took such good care of his younger brother. Proud Mum moment x #SSAA

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    • Thank you! That’s lovely 🙂 He is always good when he needs to be!

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  8. What an absolutely lovely brother, well done him for taking such good care of his sibling. Definitely a son to be proud of #LoudnProud

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  9. What a fantastic young man he is turning into. This incident really shows his true colours. Defiantly a moment to make you very proud.

    Thanks for linking up with Small Steps Amazing Achievements :0)
    x

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