Our son is 10, and he doesn’t share well – never has. He gets that from me 🤣. As a 40-year-old, I still have my own set of coloring pencils because, well, people just disrespect pencils, and I can’t handle it 🤣. I should probably mention that I’m a stationery freak, not just a complete weirdo.

Anyway, I digress. So, our son comes in carrying two of his very precious fidget toys. He says, “Mum, do you think Iz will want to borrow these for the hospital?” That right there is love, and I know he’s feeling the fear too 😔. I wish he didn’t have to, but my gosh, how wonderful it is that he loves his sister.

My boy, the one I was so worried would feel pushed out, the one who might hate her because, well, all our kids—with a decade between each of them—have kind of been only children. Our eldest didn’t experience that as much because she got another brother when she was 5, but I really thought our son would struggle. I was so wrong. He’s an amazing big brother, just like our eldest is an amazing big sister!

Proud, proud mum!