So smart it scares me
I love all my children. I love them all equally. I love them all differently. Why? I have no favorite, but they are all different people. I am one person and each one of them is a person. Mixing blue with red gives us purple. Mixing blue with yellow gives us green. Equally mixed, equally beautiful, equally a different color. Mix me with my oldest and the result is different than if I am mixed with my youngest. That is just a fact. Any mother or father should understand this. Each one of my children is special. One of mine in particular I do worry about. I worry that I will be able to stimulate his brain enough throughout his life. He is three and a half years old.
He knows his alphabet. I know there are other three year old children who know there alphabet too. He knows his numbers (mostly) and does a pretty good job of adding as well. He knows what sounds all the letters make, not just the most common sound, but all the sounds. Anytime he sees a word, he points to it and starts saying all the letters. With some fonts thought he says l (lowercase L) is 1 (one).
Yesterday, we were at Lowe’s picking out paint colors for some various projects I hope to finish before Thanksgiving (anybody wanna come over and help move and paint some furniture?). I was looking at some blue paint chips when CowBoy said, “This one is Bamboo.” Um, Internet, the paint card was a pale green color and had Bamboo written on it. Then Birdie asked if she could have a paint card that was pink (because she is all girl and a drama queen and all of life should be colored pink and princess-y even if that means collecting pink paint cards at Lowe’s). I said sure. Next I here CowBoy say, “That one is Foxglove.” What? “That one, right there says Foxglove.” Where does it say Foxglove? “Right there, that one. I can’t reach it.” So I point to the wrong one. “No. Not there. There.” I move over one and up two, still the wrong one. “No. Next to Birdie’s” (Next to the one Birdie was getting). I pointed to one that said Foxglove and he got all excited and smiling said, “Yep. That one.” I was flabbergasted and rather speechless for a few minutes. Birdie told me that Goro had said the names before CowBoy did, but Goro confirmed that he did not touch them or point to them. CowBoy points to words and says them all the time. This is beautiful, wonderful, and a wee bit scary.
I hope to get back on later to post something more, but it’s a busy day and I was worried about not getting back on to get something up for NaBloPoMo.
Isn’t it an amazing feeling to take such delight in our children? Love it. Great story. :)
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Mind blowing! My first one was really quick like that, too. My second does things at her own pace. It’s amazing to watch the differences in them.
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That’s awesome and sooo sweet. I agree with Carol, “taking delight in our children” is one of the best feelings in life.
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