I should know by now not to be surprised at what comes out of my son’s mouth. After all, I’ve had 8 years to get used to this kid. Some days it’s a good surprise, some days I wonder if I deserve an award like Worst Parent of the Year or something similar.
I’ve been musing over this as I start my prep for art class – yup, art class again. This time in our local, inclusive co-op that we lucked out on when we moved. Don’t get out the pitchforks yet when I say this:
I don’t think we should need gifted programs in schools.
“Count to four, mommy!” she screamed at me, as she stormed through the living room. She plopped down on the chair, hands itching to throw something. Her feet drummed against the floor and the chair legs, full of restless energy and frustration.
I could have disciplined her for her tone. Her attitude. Instead, I asked her to ask politely instead of scream and then helped her count to 4.