I put my little boy to bed tonight and put the monitor on. His room was dark and the house was quiet. He can not yet speak a single word and this last week he has been covered in chicken pox, but when I came downstairs my whole house was filled with the sound of laughter. Isaac was laughing: loud, contagious and hearty laughs. I ought not to be surprised as his very name means laughter!
When I was pregnant with my twins my husband and myself talked often about names. We had a girl’s name picked early on and when we found out we were having boy/girl twins the search was on for a matching boys name. We read through books of names and discussed various options before settling on Isaac. Naomi and Isaac. Together they mean ‘pleasant’ and ‘laughter’. We thought this sounded heavenly. And they both live up to their names. In the first two years I often joked that I should have renamed them ‘sleepless’ and ‘nights’ though!
But there is something remarkable about hearing Isaac laugh himself to sleep. His laughter is my therapy. While he is laughing I am downstairs reading yet another report about him. A report listing his ‘problems’ his ‘concerns’ his ‘difficulties’, his ‘challenges’. Tonights report is about how he requires specialist provision for his up and coming transition to school in August. It is not easy to read and will then be filed in a metal filing box rapidly filling up even though he is only 4. He has what they call ‘severe and complex needs’ but these people need to hear my boy laugh like he is laughing tonight! No-one knows what he is finding so hilarious but it is catching. I look over to my husband quietly reading, enjoying some well earned relaxation, and he is smiling too. If only I could record this laughter to let you hear it. I would love to see you smile too.
I have decided I need to laugh more too. I have been through so much in life that I don’t find at all funny but I can now think of funny moments during those hard times.
My dad died over 11 years ago when he quite suddenly found out he had cancer.He was working one day and 4 weeks later died.He was only in his forties. But I can think tonight of a very funny memory of him sitting sewing buttons onto one of his work shirts and proudly holding the shirt up for us all to see, only for all the buttons to fall off onto the floor! He had missed the holes every time he was threading. Boy did the whole family laugh that night.
I didn’t find it funny when my twins were first born and I was utterly sleep deprived and found it hard to function. But then I think of a funny moment when my health visitor visited and I was crying changing my daughters nappy because I thought she has lost a vital bit and he pointed out it was Naomi I was changing and not her brother! I laughed at that one for weeks.
And then there’s the funny things children says all the time. Today’s one from my daughter was “if you can’t think of things mummy and your brain doesn’t work then you need to change your batteries!” And one time my mum caught my younger brother laughing when he was a child and when asked what he was laughing at he said “I’ve just told myself a joke I didn’t know!”
So here I am thinking of all these funny things and I still have this report in front of me. And then I see a line in the midst of a very serious report that reads “Isaac tolerates his parents”. At any other time I would be questioning what this meant, what is implied by this or even being annoyed at such a silly statement but tonight I am going to take a leaf out of my disabled son’s book of life and laugh at these four words written in the midst of this otherwise depressing and serious report.
They’ll be plenty of time for tears later but for tonight I’m just going to laugh at life and enjoy the journey. I hope you have laughed a little with me.