He who makes me smile

January 18, 2009 at 2:49 pm 3 comments

I chose his name from the Internet.  Using a random name selector, I sat trying to find a name for my unborn boy that wasn’t ‘William’ or ‘Luke’ or ‘Lachlan’.   On the sixth click, the random selector presented me with  “Isaac:  He who smiles or laughs.”

And it’s true.  He is incredibly funny – always has been.  An inherent sense of the absurd, the witty, and the adult.

He turned 11 this week.  He’s growing so fast – the days, weeks, months and years seem to have evaporated.  Now he stands before me, not much shorter than, on the cusp of teenage-hood.

When I was pregnant, I didn’t know how to break it to my family.  I was only 18 and had completed year 12 the year before, so the expectation that I would complete uni and become a high-flyer was still fresh and raw.

I told my dad first.  One evening he was at my house and we both sat in front of my computer.  I typed “You are going to be a grandad” on the screen.   He took the headline well.  If he was disappointed or concerned with what he had just read, he didn’t show it.   And although I don’t remember his very first reaction (which I’m sure was him typing back on the screen “Really?”), his more prominent reaction was to give me a hug and say “Congratulations!”.

Mum, on the other hand, was less supportive.

I didn’t know how to tell her.  I was struggling for the ‘right’ time or place.  As it turned out, I picked a very ‘wrong’ time and place, however amusing.  It was Mother’s Day.  We were at the local pub for a counter meal (yes, it was all class), just mum, us three children, and about four of her friends…

Mum asked if I wanted to have an 18th birthday party.  I replied that I think a “baby shower” would be more appropriate…  Through gritted teeth she expressed some form of neutral pleasure;  obligatory congratulations in front of the company.   Later she phoned and ranted, raved, and generally screamed about what a mistake I was making and how could I have let this happen!?

It was no mistake.  Nor have I ever regarded him as one for a second.  In fact, I consider him to the be the opposite; a wise, compassionate and patient soul who can’t help but to bridge the divides and endear people to him.

He’s a child who regularly  impresses other parents with his good nature to such an extent that they will seek me out to tell me how wonderful he is;   who endears teacher’s with his perceptive humour and insights leaving them to, rather sheepishly, admit to me that he is the only child they can have ‘adult’ conversations with;  and who, most importantly, has delivered love with diplomacy and non judgement to a family demanding his attention and favouritism.

And when presented with the option of going to counseling to discuss the myriad of things that could be playing on his mind (like his mother’s failed relationships, his father’s drug addiction, living interstate from his extended family, to name but a few), he’s a child who contemplated long and hard, only to reveal that there were things bothering him…  “I am friends with both Will and Ari, but they don’t get along, so I have to choose at lunch who to play with and it’s really hard.  I just want them all to get along together”…

So there was never a question of mistake;  no moment of regret.  In fact, as he turns 11, I feel privileged to be witness to this beautiful young soul growing into a man, and think that I named him well.


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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Alex  |  January 19, 2009 at 10:09 pm

    That you did, L. He’s a wonderful boy.

  • 2. Bill King  |  January 20, 2009 at 2:04 am

    Very well written. *chuckles* _I_, someone who doesn’t know you at all now feels closer to Isaac 🙂 This post is appropriately titled too, it left me with a smile.

  • 3. Adam  |  January 20, 2009 at 4:25 am

    If life has taught me anything repeatedly it’s ignore most advice 🙂

    Seems like it’s shown you the same here. Bravo!


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