I’ve mentioned these kinds of things before… so second verse, same as the first. Anyhow, growing up, and as a young adult- I always identified the following things with intelligence: knowing at least one other language, playing chess, being an avid reader, and playing at least one instrument well. It may sound stupid to some people- but those things in my eyes make a well-rounded person. You can speak about a lot of things, you can understand things from a different tongue, you can be entertained by a game that takes real skill, and you can simply be entertaining.
Growing up, and even today- I am known as a person who knows a little bit about a lot of things, never completely mastering any of those four topics. I know some of several languages (not becoming fluent in any of them), I do read a lot (not nearly enough), I played chess when I was little (then forgot as I grew up), and I sing as well as play a little harmonica. No one encouraged me to do any of those things growing up. The family in my home did not care about my interests and I was always the oddball out. Children were to be seen and not heard, told to get out of the house and go play, and never asked for their opinions on anything. What happened in my head was always a secret world. And maybe that’s why I began writing stories at such a young age- how else would I get all my thoughts out?
I knew things would be different when I had a child. I actually didn’t even think I would ever have one… but after a lot of rigorous fertility treatments with drugs and including artificial inseminations- we had Christopher. And because I know the pain of wanting a child really bad and having faced the reality that it may never happen, my appreciation for him has no bounds. And not only did I receive him, but I got the cream of the crop. He’s just a wonderful person inside and out. He tries really hard, he succeeds, he loves, he pays attention, he has fun, he dreams, and understands in ways I just can’t explain. We share a lot together, and we’re connected like no one else I know.
I have been able to share my four important topics with him and he’s dove into them like a champ. Not only is he actively making sure he’s proficient in all areas- he’s really sincere about his interests in them as well. I couldn’t force things on him he didn’t want. But somehow, I was gifted a child who would mirror me in many ways. He knows a little of a few languages, but focusing on one for fluency. He is the ultimate book worm, he plays chess very well, and he plays two instruments and reads music. He also gets excited about school and craves the opportunities to do reports and projects.
Christopher is usually involved in several books at one time. In his class they must read everyday for 20 minutes, no matter what the material- it could be a comic book for all the teacher cares. But aside from that, they have book clubs where they are assigned novels they must read, and at home- I read novels to him out loud before bedtime.
Yesterday he finished one of the book club novels and told me: “Mom, I really wish you could have read this book, it was awesome.” What was great about hearing that- is that I fknew our love for books and sharing was a two-way street. He also wanted me to know the things he knew, not just me playing ‘mom’- but him desiring even more common ground. That is in fact the way he means it. So last night after he went to sleep, I read the whole book before he had to turn it back in this morning at school
We talked about it, and it’s just another thing we now share.
He’s been reading books that are several grades ahead of him. These are the books he chooses to read for his 20 minutes of ‘anything’. They have a program called ‘Accelerated Reader’ where they take tests on the books they read if they are in the system. He’s made between 95% and 100% on each of the books he’s read this year. Yesterday the assistant principal told him to ’stay in your range’ and not read those books. I told him he could read whatever he wanted as long as he enjoyed it. He finishes the books, he understands them, and his test scores prove it. So why not? We will tactfully not listen to the assistant principal.
What is pretty funny is that this morning while waiting for the school bus- he told me, “There was only one word I had to look up from the books I chose to read, and that’s aBURPtly, it means sudden.” HA! I asked, “Do you mean abruptly?” He says, “Ah, if I would have read it like that, I wouldn’t have had to look it up.” Too funny. It reminds me of books we read last year- the Ramona series by Beverly Cleary. In ‘Ramona The Pest’, Ramona enters kindergarten and they sing the national anthem. Her minds eye understands things differently than the reality. When she sang, “…by the dawn’s early light…” she understood, “…by the dawnzer lee light”. She puzzled over these words and came to the conclusion that a ‘dawnzer’ must be a lamp, because lamps give lee light. So at home one day, she thought she’d impress her family by asking someone if they’d please turn on the ‘dawnzer’ so she could read
It didn’t go over well.
Anyhow. Lots of rambling later… I’m just pretty excited about my son and our relationship. I talk about him a lot, but that’s just because every day is a day of special things between us. I know that if I were to die tomorrow, I would have zero regrets. I would not be one of those people that was consumed with ‘what ifs’, why didn’t I pay attention, and things of that nature. Every day has been the treasured gift it was meant to be. So no matter how well-known I am or am not, no matter how much money I have or don’t have- my life is successful beyond my own expectations.