Stepping up

On the day of the cold foot incident, my two boys, especially my eldest, really stepped up to the plate. Daddy was away, making an already challenging situation even more challenging, and somehow my eldest stepped seamlessly into the role. He showed a level of maturity and understanding I have rarely seen in him, coupled with genuine care for the sister he always claims to dislike.

Once the doctor had referred us to the paediatric assessment unit at Gloucester Royal Hospital, my first task was to find someone to look after the boys. Not a problem when your parents and sister both live round the corner. But they had all gone AWOL. This literally never happens. There was no answer from any of their landlines or mobiles. So I tried the one friend in the village who can be relied on to help out at short notice. But she didn’t answer her phone. And we still hadn’t let Daddy know what was happening. Because he wasn’t answering either.

As I drove to the hospital, suddenly everyone rang back. First my friend, then my sister and husband rang at the same time – my sister calling my phone and my husband calling my son’s. And my son dealt with all the calls and explained the situation.

While my daughter was being checked over, my son rang Daddy and kept him updated. He also rang my mum and dad to arrange for them to pick him and his brother up. We couldn’t find the house keys, so he took my bag to look for them and promised to return it. What I didn’t know was that the keys weren’t in my bag, they were in the car and he’d had to walk right the way to the car to get them out. He left his brother waiting by the entrance to the hospital for my parents and, knowing I don’t like his brother to be left on his own, he lent him his own phone so he could stay in touch with me. By the time he came to return my bag, the main hospital doors had been locked and he had to navigate his way through the out-of-hours entrance to make sure I had my bag back.

He was helpful, organised and caring, making sure his brother was safe and making sure I got my bag back before they left.

After her stressful evening, my daughter fell asleep in front of the TV. I wasn’t sure I would manage to carry her to her own bed, so thought I would just carry her to mine. While I was brushing my teeth and deliberating my course of action, my eldest arrived, bringing her duvet so she could sleep comfily on the settee. I was astounded that he would do something like that without being asked. When I told him I was probably going to carry her to my bed, he insisted he would do it. I suspect he found it harder than I would have done, but my caring son lifted his little sister up and carried her to bed.

It had been a stressful evening, at the end of a very tough week, but it brought out the very best in my son.

Mum of Three World

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. Oh my gosh that’s SOO Lovely. I think I welled up at the bit when he wanted to carry her to bed. Bless him, what a very lovely big brother and so nice that you know that despite the day to day bickering he loves her to bits xxx Awwww 🙂

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    • Thank you! It was such a surprise, but such a pleasant one. It was like he was a completely different person and I was so pleased with him.

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    • Thank you! That’s such a lovely thing to say. I think you’re right!

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    • Thanks very much. x

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  2. This really made me smile hon, I’m so pleased that he stepped up! I think kids can sometimes play up to negative roles within the family (I know my eldest does) and it’s nice hear that your son broke away from that and looked out for the rest of his family.

    Hope your daughter is on the mend now xx

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    • Thanks very much! My daughter is STILL struggling. You’re right about playing he role and he definitely plays the negative role 99% of the time. It was so nice to see the real him coming out when it was needed and I made sure I said thank you, gave him lots of praise and told my husband and mum and dad how good he’d been. x

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  3. Wow, so important to write posts like this. This is obviously a sign of the young man he is becoming. When push comes to shove, I think the good stuff comes out 🙂 Well done you!

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    • Thanks very much! Even though it was late at night, I wanted to write it up straight away, because I didn’t want to forget. It was great to see him behaving like this.

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  4. Thank you! The Beaver leader, who went on Scout camp last year, read the post and she said it’s exactly the boy she recognises. She couldn’t stop singing his praises after camp, saying how caring he is and how he puts others before himself. It’s so good to know he can be like that.

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  5. Thanks very much, that’s a lovely thing to say 🙂

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  6. I’ve had this post open to comment on for a shamefully long time. It’s so lovely when you begin to find yourself not just as a nurturer but a privileged observer of the person your child has become. I recognise some of what you describe in my own son, although he’s capable and at times eager to be involved I think more often it’s so much easier in the comfort of Mum to be looked after especially when out in the world they act well and do us proud! xx

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