I have been reluctant to write a blog for a long time.
My husband writes and he’s really good at it. In fact he written some eBooks and is known for his amazing blog. He is also hailed for his speaking.
My daughter also writes. She is only nine, but as I’ve said, since toddlerhood she’s had the gift of words and vocabulary. She has already been a guest speaker at a Toastmaster’s meeting and is constantly writing, whether for school or for her own enjoyment.
I’ve never considered myself a writer.
I’m the kind that buys a new journal and gets two pages in, only to abandon writing and then discarding the book because it’s embarrassing to have journal entries years apart from each other.
Know what I mean?
I think it’s quaint when people write these amazing letters to their kids and keep journals of all their sweet antics throughout their childhood. I have lots of pictures and some memories, but none really written down.
So, why am I writing a blog?
Well, my husband asked me to.
You see, we have these two kids, Emily and Christian. They are amazing, wonderful, and a challenge.
They are also categorized as “gifted.”
Honestly, I hate that word. It feels pretentious. It feels like a word a bragging parent would use to describe a precocious child.
But apparently there’s an actual thing as a “gifted child.”
Emily is my first born. As I’ve written about before, she was not typical of most kids I’d known or ever interacted with. Early in her school career I knew we needed help. In order to get this support I learned that I needed some numbers, some scores, that would help the world define who she was. One of these scores needed was an IQ score.
IQ’s are interesting numbers.
Most of us don’t know our score in this area. I don’t! But I needed Emily’s number in order to get help. So off we went to the psychologist.
After the testing, Emily was placed into a category. She was not only gifted, but “profoundly gifted.” What in the world? I’d never heard of that. Not long ago we had Christian also tested. He landed in the “gifted” category as well.
I am a people pleaser.
The last thing I want to do is offend someone.
I refrain from making political comments on Facebook or in polite conversation.
I live in fear of offending anyone and have been known to replay situations in my head as I lay in bed when I feel like I may have actually done this heinous act.
So, imagine writing a blog, especially a blog that is about having kids who are “gifted.”
My husband has owned the URL for this site for a while, but I was dragging my feet on writing about this topic.
The questions would nag at me:
- What if someone thinks I’m trying sound like I have all the answers?
- What if people think I’m just bragging about my kids and what they can do?
- What if someone actually has seen my kids in public acting all of the age that they are (or like a two year old)?
What if? What if? What if?
Truthfully, I don’t want all that drama in my life.
I would prefer to float through life having people love me and enjoy hanging out with me.
I’ve been given these kids for a reason.
They belong to my husband and I, and this is a place where I can share our stories.
It’s been an amazing journey.
But it has also been one filled with mountains and valleys. I am passionate about moms helping each other out along the way.
The truth is, if my story and struggles can help someone else, I have done my job.
I will be honest here in this blog.
I do not have all the answers.
I cry a lot and feel like an imposter. I fear that someone will point at me and say that I don’t know what I’m talking about and ask “who does she think she is?”
Here’s who I am:
I’m a mom who’s trying to raise two exceptional children.
I’m trying the best I can and I know that collectively we are stronger than separate.
Join me on this journey?