I was talking with a friend and she mentioned she knew of a child that was in kindergarten, but was at a fourth grade reading level without anyone teaching her and how it was hard to believe.
It is hard to believe, but more than likely it is true. Gifted children’s brains are wired differently. They are usually self-taught with little assistance. That concept is sometimes inconceivable.
She mentioned it must be good for me that Madison is gifted. That comment took me a minute to process. Ok, maybe more than a minute as it required some analyzing. 🙂
Yes, the fact that Madison is gifted does make it easier for me in a lot of ways and it can be a lot of fun. I realized while analyzing that maybe I should enjoy the positives a whole lot more than I do.
A gifted child can come with some major quirks. Ones that aren’t easy or fun. Maybe I focus a little too much on those.
Like being woken up with Madison’s face one inch away from mine this morning because she had to tell me ‘right now’ about how she is going to ask Santa for a 3-D microscope and why. The non-stop talking, the meltdowns, the only wearing certain clothing and the intensity of her personality. The fact she is ‘on’ 24-7 and there’s no break. Ever. The guilt of not being able to keep up with her. The fact she can’t have artificial dyes. The fact I am exhausted.
Having a gifted child is a blast, but in a unique way. It’s like having an energizer bunny times 100. It’s all ‘on’ and there isn’t an ‘off’ button. Or a volume button. Or an ’emotions’ in check button.
So yes, the self driven part is awesome. And I will note it’s only what she’s interested in. Anything else is a no go. It’s not everything, all the time. But it’s still awesome.
But the rest, well it’s draining.
Madison has mastered how to ‘fit in’ for the most part. But as soon as she has the chance to unload all of her thoughts, it’s game on. And the game is the most complicated and tiring game possible.
We do not consider ourselves ‘lucky’ that she’s gifted by any means. Until you really know the ‘real’ Madison, it’s hard to understand.
I love her for who she is, quirks and all. As her mom I will do whatever it takes to do what is best for her and to learn along the way exactly what that is.
But being gifted isn’t a gift. It’s a different way of life. And we take it one day at a time.