I find my son’s teacher to be completely intimidating. She is quiet and kind and thoughtful. Terrifying, right? Actually, it’s me. I don’t want to be THAT MOM.
You know, the mom who thinks her child is GIFTED. Or the mom who thinks her child is IGNORED. Or is TROUBLED. Or whatever family myth the child has been given. Or earned.
I’m not saying that some of these moms don’t have gifted, troubled, or ignored children. Maybe they do. I just wonder if ALL the kids in the class are gifted, the standards are probably a little low. Because that would be IMPOSSIBLE (unless the kids are in the gifted program — point taken).
I mean how many geniuses, psychopaths, and weird kids are actually out there? And where are they amid all these NORMAL adults I keep running into? Did they all grow out of it? Are they in jail? Are they in a laboratory somewhere making little genius clones of themselves?
Regardless of this fear, I could not resist emailing my son’s teacher and telling her all the leaps and bounds he is making in language. I thought that she should KNOW. Then I thought that no one else should know about the email. (Darn you stupid blog.)
E has always been VERY verbal which it isn’t surprising since I talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. And when he was born, we had only lived here for ten months, and I didn’t have many friends. So I talked and talked and talked and talked to HIM.
Also, I was a GREAT first-time mom, which translates into being TOTALLY TERRIFIED of him watching television. So more TALKING!
I would walk down the grocery aisle and tell him everything we were buying. He would spit-up at me in that loving way. And the other shoppers would wonder why I was talking to the cream cheese.
As I write this, I realize that I’m giving myself a LOT of credit here. If I had to guess, my son would’ve probably been pretty verbal without me. I’m not THAT POWERFUL, right?
Now, I’m not saying that he is the SMARTEST KID IN THE WORLD, but don’t want to be the mom who hides his achievements either.
So I wrote the teacher. And SURPRISE! Now I feel awkward.
Because I wonder… Does THAT MOM’s kids get treated differently? Better? Worse?
Honestly, I don’t want to know. So what if I sent one email. (Well, two, because I wanted to know how he is transitioning to his new classroom.) But that’s not TOO MANY, is it? Be careful how you answer that. I’m paranoid enough.
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