So I’ve got these three great kids. They are beautiful, smart, crazy mad funny, and so sweet they make my teeth hurt.
Most of the time.
The rest of the time they make me want to jump off a ledge.
This handsome young man is my oldest… I used to call him the boy child, but he turned thirteen over the summer. He’s a twice exceptional student (Gifted & ADHD), currently in 8th grade. Math is his thing, and he’s currently taking high school algebra. He also has a 504 acommodations plan to help minimize his, uh… executive function defecits.
And this here is my baby girl. Daija is a walking comedy routine, and she knows it. She is so smart it scares me sometimes, because emotionally she is definitely still six years old. She started kinder at four because I was afraid of the behavior issues I experienced with her older siblings who didn’t find kinder to be a challenge. She did very well in kinder and first grade, but that social/emotional maturity gap seems to be spreading.
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