My 15-month-old daughter is pretty precocious, compared to the other kids in her playgroup. I used to be able to pass it off as "well, she's a few weeks older than little Johnny," but now it's transparently clear that it's not just the age difference.
She says more than 150 words, including the names of all the body parts (not just things like "nose," but also "chin," "cheek," "back," etc.). She asks for specific books by saying part of the title, and in her favorite books she's memorized what comes next. (For example, in Fox in Socks she'll announce "Bim Ben!" just before we get to the page about "Bim comes, Ben comes. Bim brings Ben broom.") She can identify most basic colors - red, green, blue, black, yellow, purple, brown - and it's not just that she has the colors of specific things memorized, because she'll do it for crayons and poker chips and other things that are uniform except for color.
She's so excited by her skills that she wants to exercise them constantly. It's no different from a baby who just learned how to pull up on the furniture, and then wants to do it all day long - but with intellectual skills, I know that it looks more like showing off. So all the playgroup kids will be hanging out playing, and Alex is pointing to everything in the room saying (correctly) "Blue! Green! Yellow!" Sometimes she'll hug a baby doll and pretend to feed it Cheerios, but more often she takes the doll and labels all of its body parts.
Some of the other moms love and appreciate her for who she is, but a couple of them have said things that make me uncomfortable, including the thing I used as the title: "Do you just *work* with her all the time?" Man, did that make me cringe! I had no idea how to respond, other than to sort of incoherently deny that I "work" with her, whatever that's supposed to mean. Of course I talk with her about colors, body parts, animals, etc., but doesn't everyone?
How do you handle comparisons? My instinct is to apologize for her skills or minimize them, and I hate that that's my instinct. As a child, I always felt like I was a freak for being so smart. I don't want people to think that Alex is a freak, or that I'm a horrible pushy mother, but at the same time, I'm proud of her gifts and I want her to be, too.
She says more than 150 words, including the names of all the body parts (not just things like "nose," but also "chin," "cheek," "back," etc.). She asks for specific books by saying part of the title, and in her favorite books she's memorized what comes next. (For example, in Fox in Socks she'll announce "Bim Ben!" just before we get to the page about "Bim comes, Ben comes. Bim brings Ben broom.") She can identify most basic colors - red, green, blue, black, yellow, purple, brown - and it's not just that she has the colors of specific things memorized, because she'll do it for crayons and poker chips and other things that are uniform except for color.
She's so excited by her skills that she wants to exercise them constantly. It's no different from a baby who just learned how to pull up on the furniture, and then wants to do it all day long - but with intellectual skills, I know that it looks more like showing off. So all the playgroup kids will be hanging out playing, and Alex is pointing to everything in the room saying (correctly) "Blue! Green! Yellow!" Sometimes she'll hug a baby doll and pretend to feed it Cheerios, but more often she takes the doll and labels all of its body parts.
Some of the other moms love and appreciate her for who she is, but a couple of them have said things that make me uncomfortable, including the thing I used as the title: "Do you just *work* with her all the time?" Man, did that make me cringe! I had no idea how to respond, other than to sort of incoherently deny that I "work" with her, whatever that's supposed to mean. Of course I talk with her about colors, body parts, animals, etc., but doesn't everyone?
How do you handle comparisons? My instinct is to apologize for her skills or minimize them, and I hate that that's my instinct. As a child, I always felt like I was a freak for being so smart. I don't want people to think that Alex is a freak, or that I'm a horrible pushy mother, but at the same time, I'm proud of her gifts and I want her to be, too.












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: "Well, we lock him in the closet and feed him workbooks through a hole in the door."