I am so enamored with this child lately. She seems to be growing by leaps and bounds in a 24 hours span, learning new things, becoming more capable, more intelligent with every second, every hour. Spending time with her has become even more enjoyable than I thought possible. It makes me wonder, is it like this for all parents? Are they all this in love with being a parent? With this amazing child in their life? Somehow I think not, and that makes me sad. I feel like everyone should get to experience this magic that I feel, this love. Maybe it’s the hard road we traveled at the beginning (you can read more about that here, here and here). Maybe it’s knowing that she’s so special, and just a bit more fragile than others. Then again, she also happens to be, quite possibly the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and she’s only two.
Today she peeled her own orange. We were at playgroup (school as we call it), and I gave her an orange while I scooped out rice into her bowl. The next thing I knew, she had the entire thing peeled, no coaching, no hinting, and no directing. All on her own. And then all of the other kids were peeling their oranges too, with the help of their mothers.
She worked on a craft project, first at school, then at home for almost two hours. I couldn’t believe how she tried to color within the lines of the shapes I drew for her, and sat patiently using a glue stick gluing hearts and stars to paper over and over again.
Her vocabulary is exploding by the minute. She sings the lyrics to every song she likes (which could be questionable considering her favorite musician, without question, is Lady Gaga), she expresses her emotions “Mama, happy” or “Mama, cranky”. She tells me “Still love Rocky” every single time I grumble while cleaning up dog pee off of the floor. She can correctly name numerous different dog breeds. She reads her books to herself out loud, having memorized the stories or just making them up as she goes along. She demands to type daily. She sits down at the computer and correctly types mama, papa and her name. It’s insane people.
She amazes me. Every day. Even when she’s “cranky”.
Spending time with her has become even more enjoyable than I thought possible. It makes me wonder, is it like this for all parents? Are they all this in love with being a parent? With this amazing child in their life? Somehow I think not….
It “IS” for these parents, and I believe it is for most parents if they’re worth their weight in salt. I remember posting to you months ago that your daughter has “smart written all over her” and I still feel that way. We happen to have 2 sons that not only did we think were gifted but so did the school system as they were both tested for G.A.T.E. (Gifted and Talented Education) in both math and language arts and were off the charts with their results. However, a child doesn’t have to be intellectually gifted to be loved every bit as one that isn’t. Some people unfortunately aren’t cut out to be parents. But, one must be careful how you address her intelligence because you might hurt other people’s feelings. Most all parents think their children are special and they are. Life itself is a miracle. I began teaching both of my sons beginning Algebra while still in Kindergarten. And they are both now very successful young men in which I am immensely proud of.
Your sons sound like wondeful young men! Life really is a miracle isn’t it?