When You Have A Fearless Child

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It’s (ironically) safe to say that my youngest son, Alexander, is pretty fearless most of the time.

I have two sons. Oliver is my eldest at 7, Xander is 4 and they’re complete opposites. Oliver was born old and wise. Mature beyond his years, he’s a textbook big brother. Caring, sensible and cautious. He’ll make a great doctor or teacher one day if he chooses that path. He warns me to look out when walking by the river near our home so I don’t fall in, whilst Xander is the kid you’d worry would fall in as he’d be skipping by the banks.

Oliver was born old and wise, mature beyond his years (like me as a child, my Mum likes to tell me): a textbook big brother. Caring, sensible and rather cautious. He’ll make a great doctor or teacher one day if he chooses those paths. He’s quite strict and proper, exercising right from wrong, a real leader but he’s empathetic with it. He warns me to look out when walking by the river near our home so I don’t fall in, whilst Xander is the kid you’d worry would fall in as he’d be skipping by the banks.

He warns me to watch out when walking by the river near our home in case I might fall in, whilst Xander heads straight for the road.

Take today, at Bolton Abbey when he bounded towards the highest point, the crashing river beneath, causing me to have heart failure as I swooped him up and moved him back to safer grounds. I literally cannot take my eyes off him for a minute.

The child is wild at heart that’s for sure, and in many ways, that’s quite a beautiful thing. No obstacle seems unbreakable or unbeatable in his eyes, which inspires me, yet equally, I’ve aged 20 years since the day he was born.

He inhaled a tiny piece of a toy whilst we were on holiday in the South of France last year, heading to Cannes hospital in an ambulance with his father, leaving myself and my eldest crying our hearts out until he returned laughing with a McDonald’s in hand, proud that he stood still as the doctor tweezed it out. He talks about it non-stop as a badge of honour, if you will.

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