I have a confession to make: I started this blog without a
clear purpose in mind. *gasp* I know! Can you believe it? I have been writing
about whatever random thoughts pop into my head and feeling pretty good about
it. Then the other day I came across an article about how to make your blog
better. Hmmm…did I want to make my blog better? Sure! Why not? If you are going
to do something, do it right, right? I think someone famous said something
along those lines. I read the article and one of the tips was to define the
purpose of your blog. Oh crapidy crud. To make matters worse, the second tip
was to then figure out how that purpose makes you unique. Double crapidy crud.
I started to look objectively at my blog. I suppose it is a
“mommy blog” since I write about my kids a lot. I try to be funny, though I hesitate to call it a “humor blog” since
that makes me feel a lot of pressure to be funny. Ugh. Too hard. I decided that
I am just fine without a clearly defined purpose. What does the internet know
anyway? Moving on…
And I did, or so I thought. Except that I was hit with a
massive case of writer’s block. Every now and then an idea would come to me and
quickly be gone again. I tried so very hard to hold onto one of them. I was
like a lonely little old lady trying to convince the ideas to stay awhile.
“Have a seat. Can I make you something? Tea? Coffee? I have some leftover
chicken nuggets I can reheat for you. No? You have to go? Can we schedule a
lunch sometime? I have my calendar right here. Well, okay. You’re busy. I
understand. Call me! Anytime!” Despite my best efforts I had no takers. Not a
single idea stuck around long enough to form into a blog entry or even a tidbit
to post on Facebook. I was going to have to figure out what I was doing with
this here blog. *sigh*
Since reading that “helpful” article that caused my creative
juices to congeal into a blob of unproductivity, three things have happened
that I want to share with you.
First, we had Red tested and found out that he, like Eldest,
has a high IQ. He is gifted.
Second, I noticed that there is a lot of confusion about
what it means for a kid to be gifted.
Third, I have realized that writing helps me deal with the
crazy my kids chuck at me. AND that 98.76% of their particular brand of mommy-madness-inducing
shenanigans can be attributed to the fact that they have high IQs.
So, what is my purpose in writing this blog? To put it
simply, my kids are wicked smaht and writing about how that messes with our
family life is the only thing keeping me from going completely batshit crazy. Does
this make me unique? Hmmm…maybe.
If the internet it to be believed, and I think we have
already established that it is (did you not just read how the internet sapped
my ability to write because I ignored its advice??!!!), a lot of moms do not
tell anyone that their kid is gifted. I know that I don’t. Unless it is
absolutely necessary, (for instance, if my kid is pacing in circles and
flapping his arms while explaining why Pluto is now considered a dwarf planet
instead of climbing on the monkeybars) I keep that tidbit to myself. Why?
Because it rarely goes well.
Other
Mom: Are you going to be in the morning or afternoon preschool class next
year?
Me:
Uh…um…actually, we, um, are going to have him start kindergarten next year.
Other
Mom Number 1: <brow furrows> How old is he?
Me: Well…he will only be
four, but, you know, he is, um, gifted and we think he will like the challenge.
Other Mom Number 2: But he
will be the youngest one in the class! Why push him?
Me: He is already reading
and…uh, he WANTS to go…and…
Other Mom Number 1: You
know, we thought about doing that with our older daughter. She is super smart. And she LOVES to read.
But I just couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving for college a year early.
Me:
<smile and nod>
Frankly, I don’t like to feel like a schmuck, so I have kept
it to myself. But now I am done. My kids are who they are and I am so proud of
the sweet and funny little people that they are. And a big part of who they are
is gifted. I don’t brag about my kid’s IQ. I am too busy trying to get him to
keep his socks on in public. (Gifted kids tend to have sensory issues that make
them massively sensitive to things like seams and tags.) I also don’t think my
kid is better than yours because he can read at a 5th grade level in
kindergarten. I am too busy driving to the public library every day to pick out
new books because he already read the 15 we picked out the day before.
I have two children who are “officially” gifted. As in, they
were given an IQ test and they scored much higher than other kids their age. I
also have a third child who, I would bet the farm, is also gifted. She is too
young to test, so how can I be so sure? Because the biggest, most obvious, and
most challenging part of giftedness is the behavior. Oh god help me, the behavior. <shudder> If you do not
have a gifted person in your life this may surprise you. I know it surprised
me. Gifted kids are NOT merely children who have a gift for the book learnin’
in the same way others are great at baseball or the violin. They have these
brains that simply work differently than the rest of ours.
You may have already figured out that I hate the term “gifted.”
I think it confuses the issue of what I deal with as a parent every day. So I
am inventing a new term. I am calling my kids SMART. It stands for Sensitive,
Mindful, Asynchronous, Resourceful, and Trying.
Sensitive: Pearl S. Buck explained this part of my
kids’ personality better than I ever could. “To him... a touch is a blow, a
sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a
lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.” Yup, that sounds about right.
Mindful: They are hyperaware of what is going on, the
moods of those around them, the tiny cupcake sprinkle on the ground, the man
walking his dog we passed three blocks back…all at the same time. Red can be
watching tv, looking through a book, futzing around with a toy, drinking a sip
of juice, and still ask me what that weird noise is. I have learned not to
argue anymore. He really can hear the dehumidifier in the basement kick on with
all of that other business going on.
Asynchronous: This explains how my son can add
fractions, but can’t tie his shoe. My Baby Girl has a huge vocabulary, but she
is not walking. SMART kids are not able to do everything early or well. You
should see Eldest try to throw a ball. It hurts Mommy to watch.
Resourceful: Think “outside the box?” There is no box
able to contain their thoughts. If they had a box at one point, they broke it
down, carved it into little pieces, and used the shreds of cardboard to build a
spaceship that was actually able to orbit the Earth, but did not survive reentry,
so they decided that maybe next time they should use a non-paper-based product.
Trying: It is tough raising kids. I have never heard
anyone say different. They try your patience and your sanity. SMART kids do all
of the usual things like dump LEGOs all over the floor and wrestle in the
kitchen while I am trying to make a meal they won’t eat. They also test my
intelligence. I think all kids go through the “knock-knock joke” stage where
they tell you joke after horrible joke. My Eldest wants me to explain why each
one is funny or not. Can you tell me why a joke is funny? Yeah. Think about
that.
There. I did it! I defined a focus for this blog: Mom barely
holds on to sanity through sharing the ridiculous, and often not-talked-about,
side of raising SMART kids. Are you happy internet? Did I maybe earn some bonus
points for creating the acronym? Now can you please remove the block in my head
and let the ideas party again? Because the boys just got the ants for their ant
farms in the mail and I think I am going to need an outlet to deal with that
debacle waiting to happen.