One day, at a time where sleepless nights are enough of a distant memory that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to walk around like a zombie everyday, but not far enough away that I’ll never want to do it again, we’d like to give Henry a brother or sister.
My brother was born when I was three, and I had quite an indifferent attitude to his arrival. After meeting him briefly I was more interested in going home to watch the Thomas the Tank Engine video (ah video, I feel so old!) that ‘baby Jack’ had ‘bought’ me.
Like all siblings we haven’t always got on amazingly, infact it’s a miracle he made it to his first year as a victim to his older sisters carelessness – standing on him to look out of the window and pulling over a shopping trolley with him in it are two of the favourite stories. I always saw him as my little brother, I was older so I thought I knew more and thought I was in charge. But we also had alot of fun, and my childhood wouldn’t have been the same without him, when we were partners in crime. Now we’re friends.
Our dad sadly passed away just before I was 15 and Jack was 11. So it was Jack who Carl told he was going to propose, and it was Jack who gave me away, delivering quite the speech at our wedding. He’s kind, funny and significantly less annoying than he was when we were younger. On the day he turned 25, Henry stole his birthday. He left work and shot down the M1 as soon as he heard I was in labour, despite knowing all he could do was hang around at my house until he could come and meet his new nephew. He’s an incredible uncle to Henry and a great by-product of having a baby is that I see my brother more than I have in years, despite living an hour apart.
My brother is the best gift our parents ever gave me, despite my younger protests, and that’s what I want for Henry.
Mum – don’t tell Jack I’ve written this, I’ve never told him and I need to keep face.