Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Her Mind? It's A Genius.
Parent-teacher conference last night at Ns school...it pretty much went as expected:
Her grades are stellar; she does all her work; she gets along with everyone; she needs to start reading books on a 3rd grade level (she's in a gifted program in the 2nd grade); she's a good writer; she participates in class; her behavior is appropriate, and she's great at math.
In fact, her teacher said, and I quote, "She's the perfect child. You've done everything right." As if my ego needed anymore stroking!
And N did predict this for herself. A few years ago during a party at my mami's house, Minnie complimented her on something, and do you know what my humble little schnookums said? "I know! My mind is a genius!" It's like that every time you praise her. For example, here's an exchange from just a week ago:
Me: Wow, I really like your painting.
N: I know, I'm really creative!
Me and K: (sighing and rolling our eyes) Oh, brother!
Some might call it confidence, and yeah, I guess it is. But in my book, that's straight up conceited...me so proud!!! She's like a mini-me!!
But back to her report from the teacher... it leads me to wonder-- why is she so "stellar" outside the house, and then the millisecond she crosses the threshold of my apartment she's a wildcat. Is it me? Do I bring out the crazy in people?
*smooches...being a proud mama for once*
sure she's a genius...an EEE-VIL genius...MUAHAHAHAHA!!