Thursday, January 20, 2011

Beating the system

I know it's only natural for me to think that my child is a genius, but he has not only provided me with excellent examples of his intelligence, he has proven it to me!

Let me tell you a little about my oldest mini-me...

He was born at 35 weeks gestation weighing only 4lbs 15oz. He was a mere 16.5 inches long and bald like his father. (sorry dude). Right from the beginning of his life he had myself, his father, his grandparents and anyone else who laid eyes on him, wrapped around his teeny tiny little finger. For the first couple of months, after rocking him to sleep, I was barely able to put him down for a nap without him crying 10 minutes after he closed his eyes. He knew even at just 2 months of age how to get me to do what he wanted. As he grew older he continued to surprise me with the things he was doing. Even before he was two years old, he was talking in full sentences, relaying the alphabet and counting to 25. The only word I remember him having trouble with was "dorrito".  He was also done with napping! I would try so hard to get him to sleep in the afternoons, but he was just too interested in everything going on around him that nap time just became a thorn in my side more then a peaceful break!

Now that he is 5 years old, and I do have him under control most of time, he has become even more clever with his reactions to his likes and dislikes. Being his mom, I can usually keep his emotions in check, but when he gets out of my reach, like in school, he appears to be the one controlling the situation at hand. And that doesn't necessarily mean in a good way. Just yesterday, I was surprised to have seen his schools name on the call display of my phone. When I said "hello", the response on the other line was frantic and a little intense! It was his teacher calling to tell me he just wouldn't participate in any of the activities at school and was completely miserable. She suggested I should come and pick him up. Now I don't know how other people would react to this but I calmly told the teacher to encourage him to have his snack with the rest of the class in hopes that he would calm down and become distracted from his emotions. I asked her if he was sick, with the response of "no" and I wondered how she felt having me come and pick him up from school would be the most appropriate way to handle what was going on. She then called me back 20 minutes later, practically begging me to pick him up. I was a little annoyed. Not at the fact that I had to leave work to pick up my son, but more at the fact that my son, my 5 year old son, was able to break his teacher AND the principal, who appeared at one time to be mature adults, into believing the best answer was for him to leave. When I showed up to get him, he was perfectly fine. All smiles and happy to be helping the principle get his lunch. He didn't want to leave school, he just didn't want to do what the teacher wanted him to do. If I was the teacher, I think I would be sending him to a quite corner with something to do to calm him down, not instantly calling his mother to rescue the teacher! 

My son is an emotional soul, but he knows that his tears will usually get him out of something he doesn't want to do. He outsmarted two adults at once. He's proven he can be the one to take control and have things work out his way. If you've ever met my oldest son, I imagine you would all agree he is a sweet boy... but could this be a classic case of 'my child is perfect at home, but the demon 10 ft away from me'?????






So all I can say now is wish me luck on monday! Hopefully I won't be getting a phone call for me to pick him up because he wants to wear his shoes on the wrong feet.



Lulu

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