Chalk one up for good parenting.
Yesterday was my daughter's 3 year check up and, apparently, I have a budding genius on my hands. Ok, so genius is a strong term, but you catch my drift.
It seems that the fact that she can write an M, an O, and an A is an indication that she is advanced for her age. Good to know, because I was afraid she was actually a little behind. And the fact that she can do 25-piece puzzles with very little thought is ALSO an indication that she is advanced. We won't worry ourselves with the fact that it takes me longer to do a 25-piece puzzle than it takes her. But, I digress.
There were a few humorous moments in the doctor's office, though. Like when the doctor asked her if she could count to five and all my daughter says is "yes." I waited a couple of seconds and then told her that the doctor actually wanted to hear her count.
The highlight for me was the mother/daughter duet on the A-B-C song, 'cause you know she wouldn't sing by herself. Adds new meaning to the line, "Next time won't you sing with me." All together now.......................
It was also very interesting to see the doctor ask her to stand on one foot, to which my daughter replied, "Like a ballerina?" Yes, honey, just like a ballerina. Yeah, yeah......standing on one foot, then the other. Then, without further provocation, my daughter stars twirling with her arms above her head. Well, I suppose if she's going to sustain a head injury, the doctor's office is the best place to do it. Lucky for all, she stayed on her feet and we were able to progress to the discussion about day care/pre-school.
"What do you like to play with at daycare?"
"Lauren."
I tried to hide my smile at her literal answer. I explained that she meant what toys did she like to play with, and with much prodding we learned that she likes to cook dinner for her babies. Well, if there were any doubts about her girliness, they are all gone at this point. Cooking dinner and having babies? Whose kid is this anyway?
In the end, I found it more validating than I expected to learn that my child is bright and healthy. Since she is my one and only child, I don't have many kids against which to compare her. So to have a trained professional tell me that she is polite and well-mannered, as well as advanced for her age, was quite a relief and a shot of pride.
To celebrate, I treated her to a strawberry milkshake. Today it's back to the brain-food diet, 'cause we gotta get you into Harvard ya know.
Yesterday was my daughter's 3 year check up and, apparently, I have a budding genius on my hands. Ok, so genius is a strong term, but you catch my drift.
It seems that the fact that she can write an M, an O, and an A is an indication that she is advanced for her age. Good to know, because I was afraid she was actually a little behind. And the fact that she can do 25-piece puzzles with very little thought is ALSO an indication that she is advanced. We won't worry ourselves with the fact that it takes me longer to do a 25-piece puzzle than it takes her. But, I digress.
There were a few humorous moments in the doctor's office, though. Like when the doctor asked her if she could count to five and all my daughter says is "yes." I waited a couple of seconds and then told her that the doctor actually wanted to hear her count.
The highlight for me was the mother/daughter duet on the A-B-C song, 'cause you know she wouldn't sing by herself. Adds new meaning to the line, "Next time won't you sing with me." All together now.......................
It was also very interesting to see the doctor ask her to stand on one foot, to which my daughter replied, "Like a ballerina?" Yes, honey, just like a ballerina. Yeah, yeah......standing on one foot, then the other. Then, without further provocation, my daughter stars twirling with her arms above her head. Well, I suppose if she's going to sustain a head injury, the doctor's office is the best place to do it. Lucky for all, she stayed on her feet and we were able to progress to the discussion about day care/pre-school.
"What do you like to play with at daycare?"
"Lauren."
I tried to hide my smile at her literal answer. I explained that she meant what toys did she like to play with, and with much prodding we learned that she likes to cook dinner for her babies. Well, if there were any doubts about her girliness, they are all gone at this point. Cooking dinner and having babies? Whose kid is this anyway?
In the end, I found it more validating than I expected to learn that my child is bright and healthy. Since she is my one and only child, I don't have many kids against which to compare her. So to have a trained professional tell me that she is polite and well-mannered, as well as advanced for her age, was quite a relief and a shot of pride.
To celebrate, I treated her to a strawberry milkshake. Today it's back to the brain-food diet, 'cause we gotta get you into Harvard ya know.
posted by Tiffany | 8:11 AM
1 Comments:
You've gotta love parenting on days like this, eh? Three years old can actually be fun sometimes! TFS!
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