I gently explained that God made some families bigger and some smaller. Looked like ours was gonna be one of the smaller ones. That was ok, tho', because I loved him and his daddy, and they loved me. So, things were gonna work out just fine. God must have snickered because at that exact moment I was 'in the family way' as they used to say. I wouldn't know for many more weeks. I would be almost 40 when he was born.
Ended up at the MD thinking I had an ulcer. The MD was smarter than me. He said, "Let me run some tests." He came back laughing. It isn't an ulcer, but what you have will cause one in about 13 years. Might wanna start thinking of some names."
|13 years later...the doctor knew whereof he spoke!|
He looked at me quizzically, and said, "You are almost 40. You have a 6-year-old. You've been married HOW many years...and you want me to tell you how this happened?"
I looked at him blankly and said, "You don't understand. How did this happen?" Like I said...God had a sense of humor pulling that fast one on me! I told my middle aged friends that they would be buying Depends and getting bi-focals while I was buying Pampers and baby food. Middle-aged morning sickness made me a lot less smug.
I went home and called the man I promised to love, honor, and procreate with to break the news. He was out of town on a business trip. When I asked him what he was doing in about 6.5 months, he was as obtuse as I had been at the MD's office. After a while, it hit him. He let out a long slow chuckle and said, "You're KIDDING?" I informed him the MD had seemed fairly serious.
If you know the Old Testament story of Sarah and Abraham. You know she was too old to have a child when she had Isaac. She laughed at the idea when she heard the suggestion that a baby was in her future. Given our stunned reaction, my husband's laughter, and my less than spring chicken status in life, I figured a name was a foregone conclusion. So, in an homage to Sarah, Abraham and Isaac, he was immediately Isaac which means 'laughter'. Good thing he turned out to be a boy since we didn't have a plan B for names.
|Rock on...the louder the better...|
On the day of his birth, the OBGYN kept exclaiming during delivery, "Look at his legs! Look at his legs! No wonder your ribs broke. There just wasn't enough room in there for all of him." Good one doc! I had figured that out already.
|Technology: It's intuitively obvious, Mom.|
Son #2 would be an anarchist if it were allowed in our family. We took a vote. He lost. He wants tatts and navy blue hair. We indulged him a bit with those little books of rub on tatts you can get at innocent places like Cracker Barrel. We've avoided the blue hair so far. Our only hair requirement is that it must be a natural color and shorter than Cousin Its on the Adaams Family. We drive a hard bargain. The harder the head-banging metal, the happier he is. To him, piano and classical music might as well be chalk screeching on the chalkboard of his life. He's the Democrat to his brother's Republican. I can see it coming from here.
In his short life time, comparatively speaking, he has been headed toward careers including but not limited to: cartography (map making), professional poker player, Catholic monk (we are Reformed Presbyterian), world champion hang glider, hypnotist, chemist, and comic book writer. On the days I can't keep up with him, I simply look at the heaven's and say, "What WERE you thinking?"
|Dad and Poppy affirm Isaac's faith in Christ|
As I type, I'm sitting in an uptown eatery that houses a Christian music venue on their upstairs floor. He's up there in the thick of things having the time of his life -- moshing to the beat with the heavy metal bands of the night. The ambient noise bombards the eatery. The crashing waves of the drums relentlessly drive each song to its welcome (for me) conclusion. I'm not sure how much more my brain or eardrums can take even tho there is soundproofing and industrial flooring between us. The things we do for love.
If you had asked me, when Son #1 was 14, whether he would fly around the world to China when he was 18, I would have asked you what herb you had been smoking. There would not be, I would have guaranteed you, a large enough quantity of your herbs to keep me calm enough to endure that challenge to my fraidy cat heart. I reckon God would have snickered over that one too. He seems determined to keep me guessing, doncha think? I wonder what scheme he has up his sleeve to surprise me in the next 4 years. Who will son #2 be then and what will he be poised to do? Makes the fraidy cat in me tremble just a little. Will he be a navy blue haired Christian metal rocker that plays poker and hang glides? Will he star in some show like Myth Busters so that he can enjoy using chemicals to blow things up? Will he remember how we spent his 14th birthday?
|Wasn't this just yesterday?|
I'm guessing a few of you know a little bit about the fears that are washing over me tonight. My job with these 2 fellas is almost done. In 4 short years, I'll have an 18-year-old and a 25-year-old. My oldest will be the age his Dad was when he was born. Where did the time go, what did I do with it, and was it enough?
I leave you now with the words Isaac took to heart while at camp. Come back tomorrow and bring a friend? It's a fraidy cat world out there, but we can overcome if we stick together, doncha think?
Micah 6:8 (NKJV)
He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.