A creative kid?

I woke up in a cold sweat at about 2 a.m. today. This doesn't happen very often. No, it wasn't a nightmare about a monster or ghosts, or being attacked or chased, or falling out of a 10 story building or anything like that. It was about school, and particularly, my kid. I had talked with a few of the mom's at Isaac's Tae Kwon Do class about Kindergarten options, and as luck would have it, I had a dream about it. To sum it up, in the dream, Isaac started Kindergarten. The teachers were impressed with his knowledge, he knew his colors, shapes, numbers, etc. But when it came to relating to his friends, there was trouble. He came home and cried that no one liked him. And, although it's an extreme exaggeration from real life, at the end of the dream, I was having a conference with his teacher who said "Just face it, your kid is a weirdo."
Now, I've never heard a teacher call a kid a weirdo; at least not to a parent. In fact, I'm sure the term "weirdo" came from my own frequent use of it in my vocabulary. I like to say it with a little Bronx accent "ya weeah-do."
Anyway, point is, Isaac is a lot like me. He's a bit of a loner. He loves to play with other kids, but in general, his ideas seem a little far-fetched to some kids. He frequently dresses up in costumes, he alters his voice to sound like various characters, he draws elaborate pictures of space aliens playing with zombies and he fetches random useless items (sticks, buttons, pieces of string, etc) to use on his unbelievable snow "castle" creations in the backyard. I overheard him telling his brother that he's married and the cats are his children. Just today he told him that if he didn't start using the potty soon, he was going to smell like "tuna fish and wet chicken!" He also sulks at the dinner table, spending a few minutes every evening giving me guilt trips about serving meat, considering the fact that it's killing farm animals. I just don't know about him. Every parent questions their child's nature from time to time, I'm sure. Every parent worries, (whether you admit it or not) that your kid will be the one dancing around with his hands down his shorts like the kid of Everybody Loves Raymond when the rest of the basketball team is trying to score. Likewise, every parent secretly thinks, at one point or another, that their kid is really gifted, super-intelligent and somehow, in some way,superior to other kids. Come on. We all do it.
Perhaps it's all normal. Perhaps it's because he is home with me all the time. I don't really interact with many people. I generally leave the house 3 times per week: church, and Monday and Wednesday's Tae Kwon Do class. I do go to the store from time to time, too, but I tote all 3 children along. I find myself becoming more and more of a loner, and maybe it's impacting him somehow. I used to hang out with friends often, before I had children. Even when I worked outside the home, I was more social. Nowadays, the reasoning process is different for me. Generally, if I have to pay a babysitter, dress up (something other than jeans), or pretend to be interesting, it's a no go. I even go to school at home, on the internet. I am becoming more fond of the concept of "Individual Networking" or "Autonomous Networking." Most of the friends I have exist only in the cyber-world. Some of them, I know, are friends that I've known for a while, and we simply reconnect online, but some of them I've never really met...and we are friends, just the same.
I find more often that my "friends" are the people who are most comfortable with who I really am. My mom, my sister, a few others, maybe. People I don't have to impress. People I can laugh with about idiotic things. People who don't care if I share a controversial and politically incorrect opinion, drop some foul language for the sake of passion, or even simply disagree.
What I do realize is the fact that this may not be the most helpful to my "interesting" child. Maybe he needs to spend less time with me, and more time interacting with peers. He casually shrugs his shoulders and tells me, "Mom, I'm just creative." Except he pronounces it "curative."
Creativity or not, maybe it'll all turn out okay. Maybe he'll blend in just fine, and I'm worrying for nothing. Maybe he's not a weirdo after all.
And anyhow, one of my favorite sayings is that there's a "fine line between genius and madness," and having a "curative" kid that turns into the next Albert Einstein wouldn't be all bad. Maybe the little man will win a Nobel prize someday, although it wouldn't really matter...they give those out to anybody nowadays....There I go with a politically incorrect statement again, darnit.