Introduction

I used to write. I’ve had a blog before. Following in the steps of so many before me, I began a “mom” blog to document my first child’s life. His achievements, his milestones, his laughs, cries, and illnesses. My life as a new mother. The challenges, the fears, the excitement, and the triumphs. I documented it all. And while I haven’t been nearly (that’s an understatement) as diligent with my second child, I am thankful for all the posts, pictures, and videos documenting the beginning months and years of E’s life. I can now look back through those moments and see the pattern.

I knew, even then, that E was “smart.” He was determined and strong-willed. He was independent, yet so very dependent. He was “challenging.” He was simply “more” of everything. He still is. But it wasn’t until he was three and we had switched preschools that reality began to set in. We weren’t dealing with your average “bright” child. We were dealing with “more.”

We began running into problems when he was moved into a higher class because he was so smart, but he wasn’t socially or emotionally mature enough to be with four and five year olds. He was merely three, after all. The negative reports kept coming home and I began to feel lost. I began to feel like a failure.

Eventually, we chose to test him. And he was gifted. So began the beginning of advocating for this uniquely complex little guy that will drive you mad, overwhelm your patience, and make you question everything you ever thought you knew about parenting and teaching. And all the traits that bring about these feelings also make you want to hug him and kiss him and talk to him for hours. He is the most loving child I have ever known. His thirst for knowledge amazes me and his conclusions, rationalizations, and view on the world and the universe make me question my own views and ideals on a near daily basis. To know E is to know what it means to truly love. He is more than just a kid. He’s mine. And I will advocate for him with every breath I have. His younger brother, D, while only two appears to be following in some of those footsteps.

This is the story of our journey through gifted education.

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