Brains and all that

So Gabi has been accepted to a gifted program that will take her out of school once a week - supposedly they chose the top 2% of students, which includes 3 kids from her 2nd grade class and we saw 2 others there from other 2nd grades. She proudly wore a "geek chick" T-shirt she had received as a birthday present to the introductory event.

To say I have mixed feelings about this is an understatement. Gabi is about 6 months older than I was when I was put ahead from 2nd grade into 3rd grade, also presumably because people thought I was smart. Already a late birthday December child, that placed me 18 months behind many of my classmates in age and maturity. Smart, however, they define it, does not mean socially able or able to cope with such a gap.

It also seems to me that many people I know who have not been defined as gifted have much cleaner houses than I do. In my imagination, they do not wake up in the morning thinking "how will I possibly cope with this day", nor do they scream at their children. In short, whatever intelligence I have has not necessarily served me so well. As my sister's best friend's mother said when she was in high school, "Judy may be book smart, but she lacks common sense." (Sorry Judy - she said it about you but I'm quoting it here about me.)

At some point, after I graduated college, my mother told me something that rocked my world. She said something like this, "It really doesn't matter how smart you are, it's how hard you work and apply yourself that makes a difference in life." You're kidding???? Why didn't anyone tell me this when I was a kid?

My friend Doug in college liked to say, "We are the uniquely gifted of our generation." Maybe he didn't like to say it, but he wrote it to me once. Another piece of information that even if true has not done me much good - it seems to me many people of my generation have done much more than I have - of course spending my college years and much of my 20s wasted probably didn't help my lifetime productivity.

So I'm not going to deny Gabi the opportunity to participate in this program, but if anything I feel like it is sealing her doom - she will be doomed to a cluttered home filled with books, where instead of putting away laundry, washing dishes and making kids lunches, she'll spend her time like me writing blog posts and wondering what being gifted means anyway. And then wondering why her house isn't cleaner. Duh.