Tell Me How You Really Feel: 16
I currently have two posts tumbling around in my brain for this Tell Me How You Really Feel segment. Both of the topics have been addressed before, somewhat, but both of them also have come up again recently. Based on my available time today, I'm choosing the easier one.
I received an email yesterday from a teacher who passed on a link regarding gifted children. (Yeah, those of you who read this blog faithfully probably know where this is headed. You know I'm not a fan of the term, gifted, because in essence, I've been taught, and have come to realize, that all of us are gifted in some way. Some of our gifts are simply less well-pronounced than others and may not manifest in traditional ways. For example, and I'm not one to pat myself on the back, I really do have the gift of common sense. But I can tell you with certainty that no school would have placed me into a gifted program for it. However, the characteristic serves me, and the many others who call me The Voice of Reason, very well.)
As most people do when presented with an email including links, I clicked away and a new page popped up in front me, thrusting the title, Living With the Ups and Downs in my face.
I chuckled (you'll see why in a moment) and moved on down the page, where the site had highlighted the opening of a book entitled, Helping Gifted Children Soar. (Notice that I did not link up to the book. That's my very small act of rebellion, in case you were wondering.) The excerpt said:
I received an email yesterday from a teacher who passed on a link regarding gifted children. (Yeah, those of you who read this blog faithfully probably know where this is headed. You know I'm not a fan of the term, gifted, because in essence, I've been taught, and have come to realize, that all of us are gifted in some way. Some of our gifts are simply less well-pronounced than others and may not manifest in traditional ways. For example, and I'm not one to pat myself on the back, I really do have the gift of common sense. But I can tell you with certainty that no school would have placed me into a gifted program for it. However, the characteristic serves me, and the many others who call me The Voice of Reason, very well.)
As most people do when presented with an email including links, I clicked away and a new page popped up in front me, thrusting the title, Living With the Ups and Downs in my face.
I chuckled (you'll see why in a moment) and moved on down the page, where the site had highlighted the opening of a book entitled, Helping Gifted Children Soar. (Notice that I did not link up to the book. That's my very small act of rebellion, in case you were wondering.) The excerpt said:
Parenting a gifted child is like living in a theme park full of thrill rides. Sometimes you smile. Sometimes you gasp. Sometimes you scream. Sometimes you laugh. Sometimes you gaze in wonder and astonishment. Sometimes you're frozen in your seat. Sometimes you're proud. And sometimes the ride is so nerve-racking you can't do anything but cry.I don't know about you and your family, but after having four children, I can say with complete and utter honesty, that parenting ANY child is like living in theme park full of thrill rides. And while I know nothing about the authors, I do know that you don't need to be gifted to understand the rules for title capitalization. Living With the Ups and Downs should be written Living with the Ups and Downs.
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