He Got My Sugar

Our lives are not as much punctuated by Grand Events as they are stippled with little ones- meaningful and not. There is no curtain call that declares to me, "That was The Event. Write about it!" Each moment just rolls into the next one, and before long it has been months since I updated my blog.

Isaac gives me 100 or more reasons every day to weep with love and thankfulness. He gives me more or less the same number of reasons to want to lay my forehead against a cool surface and take deep breaths, or just proceed past that to the tearing out of my hair. (To be fair, Isaac is not the primary reason for all of these. I can also blame Inexperience, Selfishness, and Incompatible Quirkiness.)

He is a bundle of energy that never stops. Never. Stops. He wants to be a race car driver when he grows up. And own a mewtercycle. I told him he needs to be 35 for a mewtercycle. He happily agrees that's best. Already he knows what cars he likes and which he doesn't deem "cool". Although he does like Mama Car, usually I am told that I am not going fast enough. I reply that I am going fast enough to be safe. We talk about safety every day. It's my emotional bubble wrap on him.

And he is more delightful now than ever. The name Isaac means laughter, and I had prayed that he would be a person who loves to laugh and make others laugh. Well. He will gladly tell you he is handsome and funny. He's not wrong. Both intentionally and unintentionally he keeps us chuckling. It's a great balance for his intensity.

Around our neck of the woods he is famous. Every walk around town is punctuated with "Hi, Isaac!" several times from kids and families. I've heard kids whisper to their parents as we pass, "That's Isaac, Mom!" whether or not they said hello. The other day I walked out my front door on my way to pick him up from Summer Camp. A few middle school girls were hanging out at the park. They looked at me and the brave one said, "You're Isaac's mom, right." "Yes. How do you know Isaac?" "From school." He was just in Kindergarten for crying out loud! The little rock star. He truly loves people and everywhere we go the feeling is mutual. He delights all.

I'm in Beloit tonight, missing that little face. On the phone earlier I asked him to share a hug with Baba for me. Mick tells me Isaac got my sugar. (That's what it's called when someone kisses your neck a bunch, and the goal is to hug while keeping them from getting it.) Isaac gets my sugar all the time, so proud he can "get me". I act defeated, but you know I love it!