Let me tell you a little about my eldest, Oliver. Oliver tends to slip through the net when it comes to reporting the latest… he’s lost his cuteness for an arty photo and has really settled down after 9 years of wreaking havoc. I feel this is the calm before the storm of the teenage years!
He’s always been an absolute pain in the arse, getting up to mischief and generally leaving a trail of destruction behind him. He was the kid that knocked your toddler over in the soft play centre because he was running at a hundred miles an hour. He’s the one that I’ve always held my breath over on parents evening because of his behaviour. He’s the kid that sits tapping his pen just because it annoys you… he has an answer for everything, is sarcastic and is ALWAYS right.
These days he’s quicker than me in more ways than one! he’s still always “right” but now I find myself struggling to get my point across because his “negotiating” has left me dumbstruck.
Since his little brother was diagnosed with Leukaemia in January, it’s felt like Oliver matured overnight. I felt sad for him to have to fear cancer in his little brother. He became sensible and caring, traits i’d not really seen in him before if i’m completely honest. It’s been a sharp life lesson for a young lad, teaching him what the real world can actually have in store – this is real and this what thousands of people deal with every day. We know it’s shite, we wish it wasn’t our Georgie, but when we’re through this, think about what kind of young man Oliver will have become.
It can be p*ssing down and i’ll be struggling to get the shopping from the car and no sooner am I heading back to get George out, Oliver has already undone his car seat and is carrying him in the house. He’ll say “let me get that Mum, you see to George” when he’s upset… he’ll automatically run to comfort George if he’s shouting for me and i’m in the middle of something.
I’ve chatted tonight with Oliver about the upcoming treatment George will be facing whilst George was in the room. I explained that this is the time that he could be sick, lose his hair and sometimes cry because he doesn’t feel well. George heard this and said “I don’t know if i’ll be brave anymore, what if I cry?” and Oliver, the most beautiful big brother sat there and said “You’re the bravest person I know George, it’s ok to cry, it doean’t mean you’re not brave anymore… I cry sometimes too!”
How did this happen? whatever George wants, he knows his big brother has always got his back.
Before we reached our fundraising total for our garden, Oliver wanted get involved. We entered GungHo Manchester with some good friends, not anticipating that we would in fact meet our target before the date even came round. That date is tomorrow! It’s an inflatable obstacle course on Heaton Park and it’s due to pour down.
If you hadn’t sponsored anyone yet and you don’t feel like doing so after reading the above, you have no heart 😉 If you feel you want to drop Oliver a few pennies, you can do so here if you want to… I’m aware most of our friends have already sponsored so just catching anyone that hadn’t got round to it yet!
Fundraising aside, I couldn’t be prouder of Oliver and all that he’s achieving in everything that he does. He’s a bright lad and is the one i’m relying on to pay my care home fees… so he better keep it up!
Fingers crossed for no broken bones tomorrow!