Happy Birthday, Sophie!

My sister and I on the swing
My sister and I on the swing

As you may have guessed, today is my little sister Sophie’s birthday. I won’t mention how old she is because she’s nine years younger than me and telling anyone her age always makes ME feel really old. If you read my bio on this blog close enough you’ll be able figure it out anyway…

Today I thought I’d do this little post, and the little video to wish her a happy day. Since she was little she’s been doing things to help me out like tying my shoelaces and getting me drinks when she was younger, but now she’s growing up she does more and more to help me like pushing my wheelchair when I go out in it and folding and unfolding my walking frame Martha. She only ever complains, and when she does, it usually only ever as a joke and she lends me a hand in the end.

I don’t think they’ll ever be a way to thank her for all the things that she does for me and no doubt will do in the future, but I like to spoil her and do loads of fun stuff with her when I can. I know that everyone says this, but my little sister is amazing.

Have a good birthday, Soph! You’ve earned it.

 

The sisters are doing it for themselves

Well, my little sister Sophie came to my aid again yesterday. I needed to wonder into town to collect one of my book reservations from the library (Joyland by Stephen King, if you’re wondering) and I’d already agreed to spend some time with Sophie while my mum ran some errands, so I suggested that we turn it into a girly shopping day. I knew she wanted to pick up some accessories for a new party dress she’s just got, plus it would give me the chance to spoil her a bit for all the stuff she does for me.

I was mostly expecting her  to say that she’d much rather have movie day because she loves the chance to choose a DVD from my collection rather than the family one, (just lately we’ve tried to watch the Addams Family Values about four times but we always keep getting interrupted), but she agreed straight away. She said she was in the mood to find something pretty for her new outfit. She even declined the offer to go and see Monsters University at the cinema afterwards, telling me that she wasn’t in a film mood. However, I wouldn’t have blamed her for backing out when I mentioned that we’d have to get the bus together.

Whenever we go out, it’s usually my folks who take care of the folding and unfolding of my walking frame Martha so today would be a first for her. She’s seen some of the challenges I’ve faced on public transport with mum around so I did wonder if she’d change her mind, but she didn’t. I showed her how to collapse Martha and put her back up again and she seemed to manage just fine. I gave her the option of staying home again, but she said she still wanted to go, so she helped me with my shoes and off we went.

I could tell that she was nervous, because she was really quiet as we waited at the stop. To tell you the truth I was equally nervous being the one responsible for the safe keeping of her mobile phone and spending money (courtesy of the Bank of Dad). Luckily when the it arrived there were no other prams/wheelchairs/walking frames so we were okay. She helped me guide Martha on safely, took her own seat and gave me a massive grin,

“Feel better now?” I asked. She nodded.

At the other end a nice gentleman helped me get off again and she took care of Martha. That was the hard part over with. I was so proud of her. If she was worried, it didn’t stop her from taking on the bus challenge with me. I tried my best to make sure she had some fun and even took her for milkshake, a very well deserved milkshake.  Oh, and some hairspray. And some hair clips.

With a little help from my sister

I get lots of help from my parents when it comes to living with my Cerebral Palsy, but I get a lot of help from my younger sister too.

Sophie is a lot younger than me, she’s 12 to be exact, although if you ask her she’ll be quick to point out that she’s almost 13 and nearly a teenager. We love each other dearly, and she already towers over (much to everyone’s amusement but mine) so we all say that she is my ‘big little sister’.

From being really young she’s always been keen to pitch in and help me. I remember when she was about 3 or 4 I had a cold and a really bad sore throat that made me sound quite hoarse. I didn’t really think anything of it when she wondered into the kitchen to get some water but when she came back in she put it in my hand said “I got you this for your throat Niccy.” My heart melted a little bit.

She used to like trying to help push my wheelchair too, but that always scared me because she found it hard to go in a straight line and often bumped into things. I wasn’t very nice about and it wouldn’t let her push most of the time, which I feel really bad about now, but I was a moody teenager.

These days though she still helps just as much by carrying things up and down the stairs and helping me get my shoes on and off. She pretends to moan about it sometimes but I don’t think she minds, not really. I try make it up to her when I can by taking her to the cinema, doing face masks letting her practice hair and make-up on me (she wants to do theatrical make-up when she’s older).

I wasn’t going to write this post because I thought she’d get embarrassed, but she was the one who told me to do it. She even said that I could write whatever I wanted about her. As much as I’d love to wind her up in all the ways that big sister’s always do to their younger siblings, my blog isn’t really the right place for that so instead I’ll just say that I love her millions and do really appreciate everything that she does for me, sometimes without me even having to ask.