Isaac is an old soul with an incredible sense of humor, and is one of the coolest peeps on the planet.  There, I have finally said it out loud, I am relieved that the secret is out.

Because I know his brilliance and the sense of style waiting to be expressed, I cannot bring myself to put any kind of Disney, Sesame Street, Diego or other cartoon characters on his body or play any Baby Einstein or silly baby CD’s for him. I have been this way and ready to defend it since Day 1.

G-d bless all who sent cute little baby blue outfits with poodles and lions, hats with frogs, matching Noah’s ark sweat suits, and baby CD’s, but Isaac was born too cool for them and I have to respect that more than I have to worry about hurting your feelings.

Maybe it is just that I am a horrible snob when it comes to those things and I am projecting my own need to have a cool son on him, in any case, I hardly think that matters and know if you meet him you will understand. (It better be true with the number of hours, days, weeks and months I have spent searching for cool boy clothing to spare him and his soul of the others hanging in his closet.) I even contemplated creating a line for myself and the other mothers who know what I am talking about. Is it wrong that I love him more when he is dressed so cute?

The best way to experience and realize his musical talents is to be present when I or the Ipod sing to him and hear him join in with his own riff.  He cannot help himself, he just HAS to sing along with it and has been mesmorized by music since I played Aretha Franklin to him daily while he was in my womb.

Lately he seems taken with Bob Dylan, but if he hears flamenco guitar or any other world or instrumental music, he “writes his own lyrics” which to anyone else his ‘words’ are indistinguishable, but to me it is a masterpiece waiting to be recorded. A few of you have been able to hear it when I call you on the cell in the middle of his latest composition - though I am not sure that you truly appreciate it in the right fashion.

As Edward Lewis (Richard Gere) says to Vivian (Julia Roberts) in Pretty Woman trying to explain opera, “The first time someone goes to the opera, they either love it or hate it. Those who love it will always love it, those who hate it might come to appreciate it, but never truly love it”       (Ok, so it has been awhile since I have seen the film, and I may not be remembering it verbatim, and of course I could give a dissertation on the moral and structural problems with the film, but being the forever optimist who can find something good in everything, call me cheesy, but I liked that scene.) 

In any case, I may be the only one so far who loves Isaac's operas from the start, but you pedestrian folk may learn to appreciate it one day.

Isaac, I do not know if you will notice and appreciate the time and effort mama put into making sure that you were dressed adorably each day when you look at your baby pictures or not, or if you will be thankful that she played world, classical, jazz and R&B for you rather than nursery rhymes, and G-d knows, most folks where we live don’t notice or say much about how freakin cute you look everyday, or your taste in music..

But after yesterday, I feel somewhat redeemed….

Your teacher at school finally said…”Isaac has the coolest clothes, he looks so great everyday”, (needless to say, I have a crush on her now), and even though it is a huge no-no Leo and I got a few of the teachers to admit how cool you were and that even though they couldn’t really say it publicly, they admitted that you were their favorite.

and THEN…. Your teacher went on to tell me that her mom calls you “The rock star” and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Finally someone outside the family understands your brilliance.

The truth is, no matter what you choose to do in your life, you ARE a rock star. Something I have known all along....and so what if it took me buying a hat and t –shirt that say ‘Rock Star’ for other people to realize it..