I wonder how many kids someone has to have before you can look at each one’s development objectively, and not see signs of greatness or tragedy in each and every thing they do during their formative years.
With our first child, my wife and I concluded (or at least comforted ourselves) that his inability to sleep at night was due to a thriving intellect that never left him, and it only ever got worse from there.
Everyone always TOLD us that thoughts like these calm down with the second child. However…
From the time she was about two weeks old, my wife has been CONVINCED of our daughter’s burgeoning genius. She is now twenty-one months old, and even though this is the time of her life when her overall word (and world) awareness are SUPPOSED to explode, we nonetheless treat every new word or phrase of definitive proof of her impending greatness.
Luckily, she then does something in the very NEXT moment to bring everyone back down to earth again.
Yesterday, Sally (and her mom) were both in rare form. She asked to play with her “pink purse,” which caused eyebrows to raise (no one uses the word “purse” in our house, and she hasn’t yet mastered the concept of colors). My wife then decided to put some pennies in said purse, which resulted in the following exchange:
JILL: Sally, I’m going to put five pennies in your purse. One…Two…Three…
JILL: That’s right! And Five.
ME: Did…did she just say “four” BEFORE you did, or did she repeat you?
JILL: No…she said it before me. I keep telling you…she’s a super gen…
SALLY (Declaratively): FOOT HAT!
JILL: Never mind.
As it turns out, with three months to go until her second birthday, the jury’s still out on Sally. She MIGHT just be a normal girl developing at a normal rate, but of course she could ALSO be a visionary entrepreneur poised to revolutionize the footwear industry. Only time will tell…