Wokkie

My littlest brother Wokkie is quite the character.  He’s flamboyant as all hell, but still remains to be a thuggish boys boy who plays rugby, tackles his mates like a demon, beats my older brothers at arm wrestling, and has taught himself to be a mini carpenter.  He makes the most amazing things with his hands.

He’s becoming a mini geek like I was at his age, except he’s already got almost as many friends on Facebook as I do, stalks this blog religiously and frequently tells me what I should say on Twitter.  He’s completely addicted to Bid or Buy and whenever I need help, I will speak to him on who to trust and who not to trust when it comes to buying on the site.

Above all of that, he’s a 12 year old that can hold an intelligent conversation with any given adult better than most adults I know – I suppose this is one of the advantages of having five (much) older siblings.  You have to man up, speak loudly, get demanding and pull your weight or you’ll be eaten alive and barely acknowledged in this great big family of ours.

Wokkie is a bit of a paradox.  He has a little bit of all of us in him, it’s almost like we all gave a piece of ourselves to my mom when he was created.  He got his fantastic good looks from me, of course.  And his tendency to be a tiny bit dramatic.  He got his exaggerating story telling and flair for drama and creativity from my mom.  He got his bravery and courage and ability to be stubborn as a frikking mule from Dazz, and his affection and concern for others from Baboo.  He is excellent at sports, just like Jarry and is a problem solver and kind to people just like Cam.

He also likes bath fizz balls, candles and pretty things and will tell my mom to go change if he doesn’t approve on her dress sense too.  He’s like an all-in-one.  He’s amazing.

One of the best things about my little brother is the fact that he’s himself, always.  He’s funny and cute and brave and strong and he really is the thread that is holding our fragile family together right now.

I miss my mom terribly, and I miss the old dynamics of my family something fierce.  But most of all, I miss driving Wok from school when we’d have the radio blaring and I’d watch him out of the corner of my eye while he made up dance moves to Sean Kingston songs.  I miss that little chop so much.  So much so, that I’ve convinced Jon to do a road trip with me this weekend and drive us down to the South Coast.

I need to see my family.  I need my family.  I need to love and be loved by my family, but I don’t want to do it alone – I’d like Jon to be there with me.  Does this make me selfish and needy?  I’m not sure.

What I am sure about is that my little brothers voice on the phone last night when I told him we were coming down on Friday made all of the effort and planning and begging and pleading worth it.

And I have a new song I want to watch him make up the dance moves for.  And this surprises even me, because it’s that stupid little shit Justin Bieber with Sean Kingston.  But I heard it on 5fm this morning and just knew in my bones that it’s going to be Wokkie’s next favourite.

I love that kid. And I love this silly little song too, and I know he will too:

Please make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind.

Please don’t waste my time, time, time, time, time.

Shorty is an einie minie mo lover,

Shorty is an einie minie mo lover

Ooooh yeaaaaaaah!

7 comments

  1. Gina says:

    I love how you adore your family!!! It is how it should be!
    P.s. Thanks so very very much for putting that Gd forsaken song in my head!!!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Oh this is such a cute post! Enjoy your family. Especially Wokkie. He sounds amazing.

  3. LAINA says:

    This is lovely. Wokkie is lovely and we love and miss you guys so much. Love Laina xxxxx

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