April 16, 2014 by vlittle528
I have missed writing. Well, at least I have missed writing for me. I have missed writing in the way that makes me feel like I am unloading my thoughts on an old friend. I miss writing to get my jumbled thoughts out of my head and organized out in front of me.
There has been a lot going on with my son and his ADHD and giftedness. That isn’t actually even a word. But saying “and his twice-exceptional stuff” doesn’t sound right either. I have definitely been playing the role of advocate and mother, and I have learned quite a bit. I have also learned that Beyond the Blackboard and owner Jackie are two of my new best friends. I have walked through Beyond the Blackboard before, simply glancing at products and not really realizing the cool-factor hidden in the box. The other day, my son and I went in there so he could spend a gift card and I could buy him a reading book (I need to make sure he is getting his year-growth in school, and I am not going to wait until the last minute to do it), and the owner spent an hour walking us through the store and showing us things that would be good for my son. He got so excited that he hasn’t stopped talking about it.
I will be writing a post soon about the irony of spending extra time with your family. Everyone says to do it, everyone says it is the most important thing, but when you actually do it you may find that others don’t necessarily understand. And the world certainly doesn’t stop.
So, this is just a quick post to say I am back and I have a lot to say so I should be writing more frequently now. My son has taught me quite a bit, I have learned a lot through talking with the school and finding what my son needs to be at his best. Unfortunately, with the way common core pressures the teachers to focus on the ones most behind, those that are advanced get lost in the shuffle. And there are more consequences than some would like you to believe.
So we are back on our journey. The advocating doesn’t stop, the learning doesn’t stop, and the growing doesn’t stop. Living with a twice-exceptional child is like living in twelve moments all at once.