...crawled up the dog's water bowl! (and made a web). We arrived at Big Grandma's cabin yesterday to find this bad girl sitting their waiting for us! SCARE-EEEEE! Needless to say all of us had difficulty putting images of black widows out of our minds for the evening as we tried to get some sleep. You can bet that we were shaking out our shoes before putting them on this morning too (and we probably will be for awhile). Lesson learned...look before you drink! (At least, for the puppers anyways)!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Boo's First Day of Kindergarten...
...and I was a boo-hooing all the way to school! Ok, in reality it hit me as Mick and I were walking him down the hallway to his classroom-the very last one at the end of the hall. I started to get choked up as I watched him walking in front of me, practically skipping along the way, taking in the sights...the kids... the parents...the teachers...the typical stimulating primary colors lining the way. that's when it hit me...the big knot you get in your throat that makes it so difficult to swallow...and then, the welling up of tears. I pushed them back as best I could, and when it seemed that they were going to overflow, I snapped into photographer mode and tried to focus --well, on the focus. So ok, I realized once I got into his room that in my emotional distress and turmoil, I had actually forgotten to change my camera settings for indoors. So, needless to say, the hallway photos didn't turn out. But I got a few in the classroom...and, of course, the walk to school and the all important annual front step photos complete with the cheesy smile and the exhibition of brotherly love (LOL). I will post them once I get them proofed and converted from the raw files. Bear with me-that may take awhile. sigh....
Memories from today:
Ms. Ross
New BFF "Kiley"
Learning to sign yes, no and the all important "bathroom" :)
The Kissing Hand story
"PU" Sharpie penned into Boo's hand (PU stands for Parent Pick-up)
Memories from today:
Ms. Ross
New BFF "Kiley"
Learning to sign yes, no and the all important "bathroom" :)
The Kissing Hand story
"PU" Sharpie penned into Boo's hand (PU stands for Parent Pick-up)
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Bad Blogger
ok...wayyyyyyyyyyyy too busy right now...in the midst of Vacation Bible School, starting half days of homeschooling (breaking Ian into a full schedule gently) and gearing up for my first season of coaching girl's high school tennis next week. Also busy with proofing a senior photoshoot I did on Sun. On top of that having to go to chiropractor three days a week-but...good news....my long bout with upper respiratory bug is about over and the huge slice to my middle finger last week is healing nicely.
Last Sunday Mick and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. Got a sitter and went to local Japanese steakhouse where a tennis friend is a sushi chef there (mighty good one too!). Mick and I pulled into parking lot and he hollered out"Get out of the car! It's on fire!" Well... of course I BOLTED out (high heels and all) only to find out we were leaking radiator fluid all over the engine and that was what was causing the smoke. We laughed and joked about it and were thankful that it was his company car and not our van (as we have had several household Murphy's over the past few months-riding lawnmower tranny going out, fridge starter, dryer, and ERG valve on the van). I know Murphy's are simply a part of life and certainly one we can deal with....putting it all in perspective today as I am glued to coverage of Minneapolis bridge collapse-praying for those who lost their lives and their loved ones left behind. Scary to think that we would've been driving over that very bridge in a rental car in two weeks to attend my 20 year class reunion. How many times have Icrossed that bridge in my lifetime? ...Too many to count.
Here's some pics for Uncle G from his 70th BD celebration last month. More to follow-@ some point! LOL
Here are some pics for Uncle G of his 70th BD party last month-sorry it's only a few but
Last Sunday Mick and I celebrated our 12th anniversary. Got a sitter and went to local Japanese steakhouse where a tennis friend is a sushi chef there (mighty good one too!). Mick and I pulled into parking lot and he hollered out"Get out of the car! It's on fire!" Well... of course I BOLTED out (high heels and all) only to find out we were leaking radiator fluid all over the engine and that was what was causing the smoke. We laughed and joked about it and were thankful that it was his company car and not our van (as we have had several household Murphy's over the past few months-riding lawnmower tranny going out, fridge starter, dryer, and ERG valve on the van). I know Murphy's are simply a part of life and certainly one we can deal with....putting it all in perspective today as I am glued to coverage of Minneapolis bridge collapse-praying for those who lost their lives and their loved ones left behind. Scary to think that we would've been driving over that very bridge in a rental car in two weeks to attend my 20 year class reunion. How many times have Icrossed that bridge in my lifetime? ...Too many to count.
Here's some pics for Uncle G from his 70th BD celebration last month. More to follow-@ some point! LOL
Here are some pics for Uncle G of his 70th BD party last month-sorry it's only a few but
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Dang it Kip!
well, I finally came down with the cough bug that the boys have been spreading due to their inability to heed my repeated urges to cover their mouths when they cough. GRRR....
On a sweeter note...when dropping the boys off for their tennis lessons today, Boo Bear hopped out of the van and yelled out "I LOVE YOU MOMMY! SEE YOU LATER!" -all this while being amongst his peers. Sigh...
I realize all too well that the days are fleeting that I will hear these words spoken from his mouth so unsolicited, with such heartfelt sincerity and enthusiasm. So, for today...for now... I am going to savor the moment, relish the sound of his little husky voice whose words still ring in my ears, and push the little tape player of my mind to "record"... to remember this little bit of my life as a momma...for tomorrow...and for the years to come.
On a sweeter note...when dropping the boys off for their tennis lessons today, Boo Bear hopped out of the van and yelled out "I LOVE YOU MOMMY! SEE YOU LATER!" -all this while being amongst his peers. Sigh...
I realize all too well that the days are fleeting that I will hear these words spoken from his mouth so unsolicited, with such heartfelt sincerity and enthusiasm. So, for today...for now... I am going to savor the moment, relish the sound of his little husky voice whose words still ring in my ears, and push the little tape player of my mind to "record"... to remember this little bit of my life as a momma...for tomorrow...and for the years to come.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Someone's becoming a septagenarian tomorrow...
Friday, June 29, 2007
Some recent pics
gotta love those blue eyed boyz... are ya feelin' the love that these guys have for the little dude! They had so much fun hammin' it up and making each other giggle-it was crackin Holly and me up. Such a joy to live so close to each other now... such a blessing.
oh...first pic isn' t the best-but is a recent pic of our trip to Navarre Beach.
Working on summer purging of household excess-feeling the need to declutter my life...in more ways than one...simplify+less stress and > peace.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Liam + Vacation =
Happy...this according to the Boo Bear. We are fully enjoying our vay-kay to The Land of Sunshine and have enjoyed the surf and the turf. Lots of family fun playing whiffle ball, redneck golf (we got lots of ?'s about it-we're thinking of making several sets to sell next year-to pay for our trip! LOL), pool play, games of spades and cribbage and a whole lot more. Last evening we ate out at a local establishment called Flounders-great place for kids and fun-nostalgic ambience with local signs and garage doors for the walls to let the weather in or out. It had an arcade and a large playground area and the food was pretty good with great service. The only downer was that I was looking forward to some crab legs and...alas..they weren't on the menu...so...I settled for the shrimp boat platter (Which I, of course, ended up sharing with the troops).The boys each got a boogie board for $6.99 and were chomping at the bit today to get out in the surf and play. The big boys got up early to fish at the pier-not much luck-only a small catfish. But some guy swam out to damaged pier(from hurricane) and caught himself a 27 inch redfish. Ni---ice!
The boys are down at the pool for one last swim before chill time.
I've been spending some of my days reading my camera manual and learning how to take photos in manual mode. I have so much to learn in regards to exposure....am hoping to get my hands on a copy of Bryan Peterson's Understanding Exposure soon! I'ts gotten rave reviews!
Tonight would've been perfect night to take beach pics-but after getting an Err99 reading on my camera after taking out of a/c to humidity and not working for about a half hour yesterday-I decided against it. Darn it...when will there be a camera for all climates-no lens fogging-no sand -in the chambers. Get to work on it would someone? LOL
So, I'm afraid I don't have any beach pics-only indoor shots. I'm going to try and upload some here soon. Til then ....Suzer...OUT!
The boys are down at the pool for one last swim before chill time.
I've been spending some of my days reading my camera manual and learning how to take photos in manual mode. I have so much to learn in regards to exposure....am hoping to get my hands on a copy of Bryan Peterson's Understanding Exposure soon! I'ts gotten rave reviews!
Tonight would've been perfect night to take beach pics-but after getting an Err99 reading on my camera after taking out of a/c to humidity and not working for about a half hour yesterday-I decided against it. Darn it...when will there be a camera for all climates-no lens fogging-no sand -in the chambers. Get to work on it would someone? LOL
So, I'm afraid I don't have any beach pics-only indoor shots. I'm going to try and upload some here soon. Til then ....Suzer...OUT!
Monday, June 04, 2007
Ethan graduates...Pre-K!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Ethan Speaks Spanglish...

...or at least his version anyways! Today on the way to school he was speaking to me in regards to plans for Thursday. He kept saying, "Dos morrow" this and "dos morrow" that. It finally occurred to me (since we have been practicing our Spanish each night before bed) that he was trying to think up how to say "tomorrow" in Spanish. I told him that the way to say it was "Hasta manana." Gotta love the ingenuity of a 5 year old!
Other news, Ian (aka Ryan Seacrest) made his acting debut at his school's talent show today. His third grade did a skit parity of American Idol. It was quite a hit with the crowd and got a lot of laughs. Unfortunately his skit was scheduled at the end of the show-so I wasn't able to get to Ethan's last day of school events! The little bugger was bummed (as was I) that I didn't get there to take part in the water play and picnic-but I reminded him that it had originally been scheduled for yesterday (bad weather postponement)when I wouldn't have had any conflicts...then I bribed him with an "ice cream sandwich when we get home" and that seemed to lift his spirits!
{I'm really not a bad momma (i kept telling myself). I can't be two places at once! :) }
So, tomorrow is officially the last (half day) of school. Then on to summer schedules (or lack thereof). Looking forward to longer days and no alarm clocks for awhile. Weekends at the lake and lots of tennis and soccer!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
I woke up to this...
...for my Mother's Day surprise. We we're down at Big Grandma's cabin to celebrate and my BEBZ created this breakfast treat for me. Don't ya just love their creativity with the "toast?" (hamburger buns!) Anyways, we spent the day painting the door and windows and posts and trim of the cabin (and yes, Mick told me I didn't have to paint since it was Mother's Day-but I wanted to do some-can't stand seeing someone work alone at a big job like that-even if it's an IMPORTANT holiday ;)!
We also:
1. Watched What About Bob" for the umpteenth time. We never tire of it though-and we turned the volume down for the boys when Bob imitated having Tourette's Syndrome.
2.Grilled burgers.
3. Ate Cheez-its til the box ran dry.
4. Played on the Game Cube and created some handmade cards for Teacher's gifts.
5. Took a dip in the lake. Beautifully clean and surprisingly tepid.
5.5 Loved on our puppers-Rudy and Lily.
6.Stopped at Sonic on the way home for some slushies. Blue coconut for Ethan, Root Beer for Ian, and Mick and I shared a Diet Chrery Coke Cream Slush with...a hint of lime. ;)
7. Dinner at my favorite local Mexican restaurant for chips and salsa and chicken chimichangas. We practiced up on our Spanish manners and our colors in Spanish. Always gotta keep the learning ongoing. LOL
7.5 Opened my homemade gifts from my BEBZ-bath salts from Ian and boy do they smell great; and a handmade card and handmade picture and poem from Ethan. How to melt a Momma's heart.!!!I just know that these will be some of my favorite gifts from them-ever. I am a sucker for sentimental, homemade and heartfelt gifts!
8. Ogled over my new 85mm lens that came by Fed Ex lesterday afternoon. OM Goodness, it just simply....ROCKS!!!! Can't wait to post more pics that I have taken with it!
9. Loved on our kitty-Hugsley.
All is well in my world. (sigh) Hope your is too!
Happy Mother's Day to all of you awesome Mother's out there. I hope you found time in your day to spend some of it relaxing, some of it loving on your family, and a lot of it smiling.
Signed,
One Blessed Momma
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Big Fish Story...

...that really isn't about the size of the fish!!! I scanned this pic of my Gpa and my sister Karen for other family members who wish to have a print of it for their own. The story behind this photo is a remarkable one.
I need for other family members, particularly Karen and Mom, to post their retelling of the story, as they recollect it, for all of us to enjoy. This picture is truly one which earns it's right to the caption "A Picture Tells a Thousand Words." So, Sis and Mom, I hope you take me up on this request and post your recollections in the comment section below this post. Then, I can finally complete a scrapbook layout on it to be shared for years to come! TIA
It IS a Big Deal...
when you think about it! Ethan learned how to ties his shoes today and he did it quite well several times! With both of us being lefties, I of course taught him the way I learned-with the "bunny ears" lace-up method.. (Sorry to all of you "The-squirrel-goes-around-the-tree-and-into-the hole" school of thought types!) LOL
Anyways, it is a big deal when you think of all of the really big firsts one has in his/her lifetime-this shoelace tying thing has to rank up there as one of the top for childhood milestones. He is so proud of himself and wants to show everyone he sees.
Now... if ONLY we could bottle up this enthusiasm and be able to sip from it for the rest of our lives-that would be a big deal, wouldn't it?
Anyways, it is a big deal when you think of all of the really big firsts one has in his/her lifetime-this shoelace tying thing has to rank up there as one of the top for childhood milestones. He is so proud of himself and wants to show everyone he sees.
Now... if ONLY we could bottle up this enthusiasm and be able to sip from it for the rest of our lives-that would be a big deal, wouldn't it?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
It's Your Birthday...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
The Only April Fools...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Some random pics...


Kissing a stingray-Mick and Me, Cozumel marketplace, my valentine love, and Ian and me in our first tennis tourney!
Ethan has been asking me the past few days, "How many days 'til Grandpoppa gets here?" Well, thank goodness Grandpoppa Bear arrived yesterday afternoon and they've been having fun ever since! GPA showed the boys all of his latest carving creations-one of which he will be donating to my sister's trade convention (for a raffle , I believe). It is a loon. I'll try and post a pic soon of the whole collection of carvings. The boys are really into the carving thing-and Ian can't hardly wait to sit with GPA on the deck and do a little whittling of his own. (He's enjoyed this special time with GPA ever since he earned his knife badge and knife last year with cub Scouts). Ethan will have to watch for a few more years. WE are still dealing with the healing of his burn. It is healing verll well, BTW.
We will have a few short days with GPA-so we need to cram as much fun as possible in while we can! More later!
Oh, Mon. was my first night of Open Season at my local tennis club. It was awesome! We played five sets- and it was hard to get me off the courts! Does that surprise anyone? (LOL) I get to play tomorrow night! Yeah! Mixed doubles! Oh, and I need to mention that my wonderful hubby asked me a question that I have longed to hear...
"Hey hon, do you think you could get a court for the boys and myself?" Yippeee!!! Be still my beating heart! MY dream come true! I've always wanted for the four or us to play doubles together-so maybe this is the beginning of a beautiful thing. At least, that's my hope.
:)
Monday, March 05, 2007
Wastin' away again...
in Margaritaville! Ok...Ok..we've been home for a few weeks now-but as you read in previous post-we've been a little busy.
Anyhoo-the pic is from Margaritaville-Montego Bay, Jamaica. Beautiful blue water and gorgeous day to visit. Very friendly people-but, unfortunately, they constantly harrased us to purchase things-some even illegal!! I joked with Mick, (after just stepping off the tour bus, an islander came up and asked me if I wanted to buy some MJ) "What was that guy thinking? Do I LOOK like the poster child for marijuana consumption?" Seriously! Those of you that know me know that would NEVER happen with me!! EVER!!! We just had to laugh over that and move on.
Our cruise was fun- stopped at Grand Cayman and kissed a stingray. Again beautiful weather. Last stop was Cozumel where it was blustery and cooler-but we shopped for souvenirs and ate lunch with some friends from the boat.
When we got to Cozumel we called home only to find out from my MIL that there was an early fraud alert out on my Citibank cc. Someone had tried to charge $3K to it! Short story-all is well. Card has been cancelled and I'm not responsible for any of it. (BTW-the card was hidden at home-not stolen-so apparently thieves got info over an internet purchase I had made). Needless to say, since that time we have been closing all of our old, inactive, unused credit cards. We don't need them or use them-so why have the worry of fraud? S-I-M-P-L-I-F-Y = LESS STRESS.
Big Boo-Boo for our Boo-Bear
well...let's just say yesterday definitely didn't go as planned. Instead of attending a birthday party after church-we ended up in the ER and burn center-because Ethan decided not to heed Daddy's warning about the hot stove. He had been sitting on barstool by daddy watching him cook and apparently decided no to sit on his rear but on his knees-lost his balance-toppling the barstool over and landing his right palm onto the recently turned off flat-top stove burner. Warning to those with a weak stomach-the picture shows his second degree burn-the blisters and the lotion to help heal (lotion is the white stuff in the crevices). He is doing ok and his pain seems to be managed with Tylenol and Motrin at the moment. We worry that if/when the blisters pop-the pain will really be bad as we rewrap the bandages to keep the wound clean and sterile. We are hopeful that this is a huge lesson to him (we thought he had learned his lesson when he bumped into my flat curling iron in August. He is always pushing the envelope-but, we hope this time, the envelope is retired from anymore pushing.
Ian also had to have xrays taken this week. He jammed his left thumb playing tetherball at school and the NP thought he had fractured it. Thankfully, it turned out he had only sprained it severely and it should heal in a few weeks. Needless to say, we should have our medical deductible met for the year after all of this! I do feel very grateful that both of the boys' injuries occurred to their non-dominant hands. I pray these are the last of ER visits. Can someone say "How'd ya like a few new gray hairs lady?"
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
"Will I be able to see ...
inside the coffin when I'm dead?" asked Ian after waking up from a terrible nightmare yesterday morning (in the wee hours). This is just type of question we are bombarded with on a daily basis as the parents of a child with special needs. And I do mean special needs. I have been reading an awesome book on the advocacy of gifted children, and it has been just the resource I have been looking for and needing in regards to helping Ian.
People have come to think that "Special Needs" kids are those with learning disabilities, behavioral disabilities, physical disabilities. But there is another whole category of "Special Needs" kids that are being overlooked-
the gifted children.
How ironic it is to me that 2% of population (children traditionally known as special needs children-whether it be physically, emotionally, behaviorially or some combination of) have governmental mandates that see to it that they not be "left behind"-having resources like individualized instruction and paraprofessionals working daily with them on a one-on-one basis to meet their needs. And yet gifted children are left to sit much of their days reviewing topics they have mastered months or even years before. Being drilled on the mundane and not allowed to test out and move on to topics that stimulate their interests-that stimulate their minds.
Please, don't get me wrong-I completely sympathize (and empathize) for those parents of the traditional special needs child. It's not that I don't believe these children don't deserve a paraprofessional or one-on-one training and teaching, or every opportunity to thrive in this world of ours. But in a country where we pride ourselves on giving every one the chance of a free life and an American Dream-why should the gifted child not have the same opportunity? The gifted children are a population of individuals -that aren't having their "special needs" met. Who aren't being challenged in their current school settings. Who are not being stimulated in their current classrooms. Who may be learning topics at twice the age of their peers. Who have the mental maturity of years beyond their chronological ages and yet dwell in bodies of their chronological ages.
Why is it that it is OK for these children to be left behind? Is it because of their giftedness that we feel "If they are so smart they can figure it out on their own?" These are the children who are oftentimes raising the scores on the standardized tests. These are the children who have oftentimes grown to be awesome contributors to this world. These are the children who have the greatest POTENTIAL to be awesome contributors to life in this world-in terms of their inventions, their discoveries, their creations. However, POTENTIAL, it just that. If a gifted child isn't able to utilize and express his God-given abilities and talents-what's to happen to these kids? While some go on to be great inventors, CEO's, Nobel Prize Award winners, some of these gifted individuals drop out of college where they had full ride academic scholarships only to end up working their way up to manangement at the local superstore. Or worse yet, become so depressed an isolated among us that they feel the need to end their own lives or attempt a Columbine like situation. How tragic it is for these gifted kids who had so much potential-but never had the opportunity to shine with their gifts-because it was stifled in their early academic years by an inappropriate academic environment.
AGAIN,I ASK,WHY ARE THESE CHILDREN BEING LEFT BEHIND??? It's simply NOT OK to just accept that this is just the way it's going to be. It's not OK for any child to be discriminated against for any reason-INCLUDING their intellectual level.
For those of you who know me-I am a passionate person. And yesterday, when my little guy was trembling in the night-wrought with anguish as his little 8 year-old self was grappling with the acknowledgement and realization that he WILL die. IT was INEVITABLE. It was heart wrenching to both Mick and to myself. Trying to console a little soul whose brain works well beyond his chronological years and whose emotional maturity varies with each given situation. Why should he have to be wrestling with these heavy (even to adults) concerns?
WHY?
This was another light bulb event for Mick and me that we are indeed parents to a special needs child. You can't just answer Ian's with simple answers. For gifted children (and for Ian), it just doesn't cut it. It's one question after another filled with a matrix of complicated analyses and more questions.
For Mick and me, we have always striven to be patient, striven to be supportive, striven to be understanding. The realization of it is-as frustrating as it is for us to answer all of the questions to Ian's satisfaction-it has to be even more frustrating for him to be thinking of all of these questions that are fleeting through his mind. But,we feel we need to give him every opportunity to express his ideas and concerns because he's most certainly not getting the opportunity in his traditional classroom. WE are, truly grateful that he gets at least one day out of his week where he is stimulated(in his ALERT class)And mind you, we do not feel this is the fault of his teacher (who is a delight and seems truly concerned for Ian's well-being)-we do not feel it is the fault of the principal (who is doing a fantastic job dealing with many big issues including a school population that is currently about 137 students above capacity). overhauled. I respectfully believe the "No Child Left Behind" had at it's core ideology-great intentions-but in it's implementation and in it's reality, it is failing desperately in the ability to meet the needs of the gifted. To meet the needs of every child. Failing to see that no child is being "left behind."
There's so much more I could write now-but I'm truly drained at this point and need to take a break. This won't be the last you hear about this, I just needed to vent. To reflect. To regroup. To devise a feasible, practical, pragmatic way to see to it that the needs of these gifted children are met. And to accomplish this before it is too late. Not just for Ian but for all of the others out there.
One other thing I'd like to change. The stigma surrounded the label "gifted" Not to change it solely for the child. But for the parents of these children. At times it can be a lonely place to be. Talking about the gifted to other parents who haven't had the privilege,the responsibility, the frustration that accompanies taking care of these kids-we POGO's (parents of Gifted Offspring) are often looked at as being braggart or audacious. Any one who takes the time to listen-will know that we "POGOS" are just wanting the same for our children as other parents want for theirs. To raise our children in environments where they feel safe, where they feel connected, where they feel welcomed, where they can explore their world, question their world and learn about their world without being stifled, without being under stimulated, without being LEFT BEHIND.
As I said above,I'm sure this won't be the last time I reflect on this topic-but I'm just tired of not being able to talk about it. Tired of worrying about what others will think. Thinking I'm some arrogant mom who thinks her kid is all that. For those of you that truly, I mean truly know me-know that is not what all of this ranting is about. It's about a boy. A boy that desperately wants to be challenged. That wants to learn. To explore. To discover. To invent. To let his ideas be known. To let his voice be heard.
'Nuf said!
People have come to think that "Special Needs" kids are those with learning disabilities, behavioral disabilities, physical disabilities. But there is another whole category of "Special Needs" kids that are being overlooked-
the gifted children.
How ironic it is to me that 2% of population (children traditionally known as special needs children-whether it be physically, emotionally, behaviorially or some combination of) have governmental mandates that see to it that they not be "left behind"-having resources like individualized instruction and paraprofessionals working daily with them on a one-on-one basis to meet their needs. And yet gifted children are left to sit much of their days reviewing topics they have mastered months or even years before. Being drilled on the mundane and not allowed to test out and move on to topics that stimulate their interests-that stimulate their minds.
Please, don't get me wrong-I completely sympathize (and empathize) for those parents of the traditional special needs child. It's not that I don't believe these children don't deserve a paraprofessional or one-on-one training and teaching, or every opportunity to thrive in this world of ours. But in a country where we pride ourselves on giving every one the chance of a free life and an American Dream-why should the gifted child not have the same opportunity? The gifted children are a population of individuals -that aren't having their "special needs" met. Who aren't being challenged in their current school settings. Who are not being stimulated in their current classrooms. Who may be learning topics at twice the age of their peers. Who have the mental maturity of years beyond their chronological ages and yet dwell in bodies of their chronological ages.
Why is it that it is OK for these children to be left behind? Is it because of their giftedness that we feel "If they are so smart they can figure it out on their own?" These are the children who are oftentimes raising the scores on the standardized tests. These are the children who have oftentimes grown to be awesome contributors to this world. These are the children who have the greatest POTENTIAL to be awesome contributors to life in this world-in terms of their inventions, their discoveries, their creations. However, POTENTIAL, it just that. If a gifted child isn't able to utilize and express his God-given abilities and talents-what's to happen to these kids? While some go on to be great inventors, CEO's, Nobel Prize Award winners, some of these gifted individuals drop out of college where they had full ride academic scholarships only to end up working their way up to manangement at the local superstore. Or worse yet, become so depressed an isolated among us that they feel the need to end their own lives or attempt a Columbine like situation. How tragic it is for these gifted kids who had so much potential-but never had the opportunity to shine with their gifts-because it was stifled in their early academic years by an inappropriate academic environment.
AGAIN,I ASK,WHY ARE THESE CHILDREN BEING LEFT BEHIND??? It's simply NOT OK to just accept that this is just the way it's going to be. It's not OK for any child to be discriminated against for any reason-INCLUDING their intellectual level.
For those of you who know me-I am a passionate person. And yesterday, when my little guy was trembling in the night-wrought with anguish as his little 8 year-old self was grappling with the acknowledgement and realization that he WILL die. IT was INEVITABLE. It was heart wrenching to both Mick and to myself. Trying to console a little soul whose brain works well beyond his chronological years and whose emotional maturity varies with each given situation. Why should he have to be wrestling with these heavy (even to adults) concerns?
WHY?
This was another light bulb event for Mick and me that we are indeed parents to a special needs child. You can't just answer Ian's with simple answers. For gifted children (and for Ian), it just doesn't cut it. It's one question after another filled with a matrix of complicated analyses and more questions.
For Mick and me, we have always striven to be patient, striven to be supportive, striven to be understanding. The realization of it is-as frustrating as it is for us to answer all of the questions to Ian's satisfaction-it has to be even more frustrating for him to be thinking of all of these questions that are fleeting through his mind. But,we feel we need to give him every opportunity to express his ideas and concerns because he's most certainly not getting the opportunity in his traditional classroom. WE are, truly grateful that he gets at least one day out of his week where he is stimulated(in his ALERT class)And mind you, we do not feel this is the fault of his teacher (who is a delight and seems truly concerned for Ian's well-being)-we do not feel it is the fault of the principal (who is doing a fantastic job dealing with many big issues including a school population that is currently about 137 students above capacity). overhauled. I respectfully believe the "No Child Left Behind" had at it's core ideology-great intentions-but in it's implementation and in it's reality, it is failing desperately in the ability to meet the needs of the gifted. To meet the needs of every child. Failing to see that no child is being "left behind."
There's so much more I could write now-but I'm truly drained at this point and need to take a break. This won't be the last you hear about this, I just needed to vent. To reflect. To regroup. To devise a feasible, practical, pragmatic way to see to it that the needs of these gifted children are met. And to accomplish this before it is too late. Not just for Ian but for all of the others out there.
One other thing I'd like to change. The stigma surrounded the label "gifted" Not to change it solely for the child. But for the parents of these children. At times it can be a lonely place to be. Talking about the gifted to other parents who haven't had the privilege,the responsibility, the frustration that accompanies taking care of these kids-we POGO's (parents of Gifted Offspring) are often looked at as being braggart or audacious. Any one who takes the time to listen-will know that we "POGOS" are just wanting the same for our children as other parents want for theirs. To raise our children in environments where they feel safe, where they feel connected, where they feel welcomed, where they can explore their world, question their world and learn about their world without being stifled, without being under stimulated, without being LEFT BEHIND.
As I said above,I'm sure this won't be the last time I reflect on this topic-but I'm just tired of not being able to talk about it. Tired of worrying about what others will think. Thinking I'm some arrogant mom who thinks her kid is all that. For those of you that truly, I mean truly know me-know that is not what all of this ranting is about. It's about a boy. A boy that desperately wants to be challenged. That wants to learn. To explore. To discover. To invent. To let his ideas be known. To let his voice be heard.
'Nuf said!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
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