Monday, 19 April 2010

Gigi

I'm doing something I've never really done in my life. Maybe I should have done it a long time ago. Sometimes, people grow up slow in certain areas. I'm a bit of a late bloomer here; better late than never, though.

It's a series of in-depth, positive writings about the important people in my life. Starting with family. Since it's easiest to begin at the youngest and move up, that's what I'll do.

Gigi is the nickname for my youngest brother. He is four years old as of 31 March. His actual name is Mattaniah. It was almost Mattimeo. (My choice.) I have known him all of his life, of course, but I don't have the time I'd like to know him. Getting ready for college and having to work full time, I realise soon I'll be gone and won't have much chance to see him grow up. Not that much of a happy thought, true; but there's plenty of good things to see so far.

Gigi is an English; that means he's intelligent, a smart-aleck, and can hold his own. Already he has good abilities that will serve him well in the future. I'm curious to what he'll be when he's grown. A lawyer? Politician? Businessman? Somehow, he seems the type that would dress in suit'n'ties and ride first class on an airplane—a banker, maybe? Then again, maybe I'm wrong. Too young to tell, though. As a four year old, he's interested in things like legos, dinosaurs, dragons, Franklin, Angelina Ballerina, Spot, Pooh, and all the rest of their friends. He'd rather watch movies than eat his supper, spends plenty of time outdoors—either with his siblings, or off on his own making up his own little worlds—and finds or makes mischief with extremely little difficulty.

I admit it; there are times I look at the large family I have and think, "You know, nine kids is a stinkin' lot." But when I glance individually at all of us, I know that really, it's a pretty small number. There's no two alike; there's none I could say, "You're just a smaller version of so and so." Each proves an addition to the family in ways large and small. Gigi is the same way. It's true, he is the baby of the family. His upbringing and maturation will be very different from what I and my older brother experienced. We didn't have brothers going off to college at age three, or brothers who were big enough to swing us over their heads. When he's nearly ready to leave home, I suspect the house will already feel a little lonely to him. Poor guy.

Maybe someday, you'll find out why he got the nickname Gigi. Like most of the odd nicknames that end up sticking in this family, there's a strange story that might just leave you more confused than you were before. In summation, though, Gigi has promise already, and I've no doubt he'll grow into another fine specimen of the English family. He's a world-shaker, no doubt about it.

1 comment:

  1. I love this. You described him so well. :) And I think what you're doing is completely awesome...

    londs

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