Mj the Little Libra
My Little One
I am 15 years older than him. He is the main man in my life and I love him to an insane degree. He is funny, witty, eccentric, a sweet heart, strong, loving,curious, handsome,cute,adorable,beautiful, very observant, a little absent minded...the list is endless. Sometimes I see a little of me in him every day. He's even managed to prepare me for motherhood. I've always been maternal but he's boosted my mama gears.
I am talking about my baby brother, who also happens to be the only brother I've got. He is 8 years old.
We First Met
a month after his birth. Yes a whole month. I was at my grand parents in Trinidad and he was in England at them time. My parents were coming to Trinidad anyway, to visit the family and show off our newest addition. We're a very close knit family.
She came up the stairs, she was glowing. Her hair was long, different to her normal punky short style. He was in her arms. I was so excited, I was jumping up and down. I'd ever been old enough to truly experience a baby before this. The last time a baby was born in the family I was still considered to young to interact with them on my own...it'd been years since.
My sister ran up to them and copped the first feel. I wanted to first, but I let her. I was patient and still needed to tone down my nerves. My sister passed him back to my mom and then she gave him to me. My heart was beating so fast. I held him close and just stared. He was wearing a little grey suit. With matching sock and a hat with bear ears on top. His suit had a little bear on them too. He was a big baby but still so small. I held back the tears and softly whispered Hi.
He scrunched up his nose a little and gave a little smile. I've been holding him in my arms ever since. Well now that he's 8 whenever he lets me. He has a bunch of tickles, and laughs at the slightest of touch. When he was around 6 months my favourite thing to dress him in was Mr. Messy onesie. I'd tickle him all the time. Cuddle him fed him, sang him to sleep and was there waiting for him to wake up. I'd protect forever. I still am.
He was late. An overdue baby. Mother had it a little rough. I say little but it was far from it. He was of course late in the game. No one even thought he ever exist. My parents had no plans of another....I however always...ALWAYS wanted a brother. I prayed for one once....it was answered, a few years well late but He'll get no complaints from me.
He was almost a month late. Yep almost...so he was quite a chunky baby...but babies are meant to be a little chunks :)
It's funny how fast they grow. He's 8 already...time flies, runs, drives, sprints! He a little man. At the age now where, he's a little mouthy, feisty....naughty.
He loves cuddles as much as I do so we cuddle each other alot, while sat on the sofa watching our favourite shows. When I say favourite I mean, the stuff I loved as a child but more so, the shows I am now forced to watch because he simply must watch them.
We love drawing and doodling. He has so many notebooks where he draws or makes up stores, comic strips based on new lessons he's learned or just the random stuff in his head.
He seems to have a flair for writing. I didn't know till I went to the Christmas Fair at school. To me that's cool. It cam out of no where and I like good surprises.
When he grows up he want t be a fireman, artist, doctor, policeman, footballer, F1 driver and in his spare time a dentist. Yep that's what he said. He was 5 at the time but he meant it! H e didn't care about the formalities, level of education, time and the fact that he may have to choose just one or two- he wants what he wants and he's always prepared to get it.
Now his ideas of a career has changed. He wants to be an animator, chef and whenever my sister and I have cut or hurt ourselves...anyone he knows personally for that matter- he wants to be a doctor.
I was like that as a child I'm told. Always wanting to be something...I was going to be a lawyer, psychologist, bio chemist, artist, writer, journalist and a mom. I still want to be the last four, for sure! How, when...who knows?!
He's quite shy now though. He used to be fearless. He still has an element of fearlessness but I guess he knows how and when to use it.
I have always been shy...it's lessened now but still there! I am the introvert, eccentric in my family. The weird one lol!
Mj's never weird well...almost.
He's always all smiles, unless distressed and what distresses him most is getting in trouble or being a little embarrassed. He is also fond of teasing others but he better not be on the receiving end 'cause that's major trouble.
He is comedy though and comes up with some brilliant one liners. He can be annoying but then again I'm 23 and he's 8.
He struggles with Maths, so do I. I mean I really struggled- I still do, numbers baffle me and they baffle him too. He tries so hard...he'll get it, I managed with practice. We're letter people. All about words. His penmanship is so good for an 8 year old too. Mine was chicken scratch.
We both love reading too. I've always requested books as presents. He does..on occasion. He has a thing for Lego, Playstation, cars and films. We both love films too, and are currently competing for shelf space in our DVD collection.
He's not just like me though. He is also quite like my sister. They are real comedy together. They're like to bad dogs, tied up in a designated area in order to keep it guarded and protected. Halfway through out of boredom they begin barking at each other, just to hear their voices, which turns into a best bark, loudest bark, general better dog competition.
They make me chuckle both love to tease but don't enjoy taking any kind of teasing. They're so the 2 Stooges, I suppose I'm the third but they chase me away when they're in the height of their nonsense.
Right this is where I stop my gushing hub on baby bro. I'll probably write more about him but this just might be enough for now. Hope you enjoyed the read!
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