GOAL: to take the Golden Rule to the world one little boy at a time
We moved to an apartment, cutest ever – by the way, and we piled our boys in one little room. They don’t know any other way. Word of Kindergarten started coming around, things of supplies, things of “school clothes,” things of big brother going off all day long with no nap. Jude, the middlest, started inching closer to Ike. He wanted to hold his hand. He wanted to wear his clothes, wanted to sleep with his special bear and giraffe. Jude started saying only NO to us, and he rebelled at church one day so that he didn’t get to join his brothers on a movie date. It’s been a hard time. They don’t know how to be apart – the three boys born in three years.
Thursday morning, Isaac woke at 5:30 worried he would be late, and I half expected him to ask for coffee. We put gel in his hair. I forgot to cut his fingernails or brush his teeth, but mostly, he was ready – all expectations opened to the beautiful world as if all it had to offer were play grounds and charts for gold stars. To Isaac, the world has no bite.
But it’s shown it’s teeth to me a few times, so I followed him to his classroom with a camera. This innocence is rare and short, and it’s something to value, enjoy, and capture. I try to hold him loosely enough that he has room to grow and tightly enough that I can relish the sweet topping he’s been to my own maturing life.