It's just a pet peeve, I guess. I don't know, maybe more than that. Obviously more than that, since I'm posting about it.
At the park today, this woman arrived with her 2 dd's. Ds and I were previously the only ones at the (very small) park. So anyway, this woman...I guess she homeschools or something...either that or she's just really into the whole academic enrichment beyond school deal.
: ANYWAY, she's sitting there quizzing her dd's (about ages 5 and 7) on insects. One of the kids actually uttered the word "exoskeleton." Now, I was a gifted kid. I probably knew that kind of stuff at that age. But my mom never quizzed me, and I never really went around talking about it...I dunno.
It just....it bothered me. A lot. Here we are, at the park, on the dang monkey bars, and super mommy with her two little geniuses comes up and starts quizzing them (she had a book, she even announced it would be a "true/false" quiz...) and discussing things like the genus and phylum of insects, and why a spider isn't considered an insect because it's an arachnid.
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I know why it bothered me, and I don't like it. I hate this feeling. It's almost like I'm trapped within my body, fighting with myself. One side of me, the side that is hurt and wounded and fragile, wants to snidely say to this woman, "Goody for you, you have gifted kids...yay for you. Now kindly go show off somewhere else, some of us consider it a great day when our child strings 2 words together correctly, mmkay? Some of us didn't win the genetic lottery." The other side of me is a realist and recognizes that she was doing a great job teaching her kids, and doing it in a play environment is a good way to do it, when their bodies are engaged their minds are much more likely to learn. She wasn't "showing off," she was just teaching her very obviously gifted kids. The realist side of me recognizes that the nasty side of me just feels painfully, profoundly, deeply jealous. I want to cry just typing this. I wanted to just snap at her and tell her that I really didn't come to the damn park to feel like crap about myself, and could she please cease and desist with the damn quizzing and just let me enjoy the park with my ds without having it thrown in my face yet again how delayed he is, how behind he is, how different he is?
Ugh. I hate feeling like this. My chest feels tight. I just want to bury myself in a hole.
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Most days I'm at total peace with ds's autism. He is who he is, and that's that. I love him to death. He doesn't have to be Einstein. He just has to be happy and know he's loved. I don't know what it was about this woman and her children that got under my skin so badly. Maybe it was because I felt like she was trying to show off? Maybe it's just pure jealousy and nothing more? Why do I have to have these feelings? They're so wrong and so bad.

At the park today, this woman arrived with her 2 dd's. Ds and I were previously the only ones at the (very small) park. So anyway, this woman...I guess she homeschools or something...either that or she's just really into the whole academic enrichment beyond school deal.

It just....it bothered me. A lot. Here we are, at the park, on the dang monkey bars, and super mommy with her two little geniuses comes up and starts quizzing them (she had a book, she even announced it would be a "true/false" quiz...) and discussing things like the genus and phylum of insects, and why a spider isn't considered an insect because it's an arachnid.

I know why it bothered me, and I don't like it. I hate this feeling. It's almost like I'm trapped within my body, fighting with myself. One side of me, the side that is hurt and wounded and fragile, wants to snidely say to this woman, "Goody for you, you have gifted kids...yay for you. Now kindly go show off somewhere else, some of us consider it a great day when our child strings 2 words together correctly, mmkay? Some of us didn't win the genetic lottery." The other side of me is a realist and recognizes that she was doing a great job teaching her kids, and doing it in a play environment is a good way to do it, when their bodies are engaged their minds are much more likely to learn. She wasn't "showing off," she was just teaching her very obviously gifted kids. The realist side of me recognizes that the nasty side of me just feels painfully, profoundly, deeply jealous. I want to cry just typing this. I wanted to just snap at her and tell her that I really didn't come to the damn park to feel like crap about myself, and could she please cease and desist with the damn quizzing and just let me enjoy the park with my ds without having it thrown in my face yet again how delayed he is, how behind he is, how different he is?
Ugh. I hate feeling like this. My chest feels tight. I just want to bury myself in a hole.



Most days I'm at total peace with ds's autism. He is who he is, and that's that. I love him to death. He doesn't have to be Einstein. He just has to be happy and know he's loved. I don't know what it was about this woman and her children that got under my skin so badly. Maybe it was because I felt like she was trying to show off? Maybe it's just pure jealousy and nothing more? Why do I have to have these feelings? They're so wrong and so bad.