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Monday, December 26, 2016

Gifted: Born or raised?

"talk to those who will listen"

As many other moms, I actively search for books and online help.  I hope to find other moms that I can relate to. I believe in nurturing children to become great, no matter what their abilities are. I am raising three kids; their stories are as unique as their personalities and their abilities. One thing is common among them; they are amazingly bright. They are in fact, considered gifted by the standards of many other parents. The oldest, who is nine, always scores in the 99% percentile in standardized testing, since he was in kindergarten. He always score the highest in his "gifted class", in public school. He is fully bilingual. He also knows basic greetings and household phrases in French, Russian, and Mandarin Chinese. He is an active swimmer. 

The second child is 100% wheelchair bound and has been reading at first grade level since she was three years old. She now reads at second grade level. She is still in pre-k. She knows basic phrases in five languages and is fully bilingual. She attends public school.

The third child just turned two. She can sing songs in four different languages and is fully bilingual.

They did not self-teach. Everything they know, they learned step by step, day after day, since the day they were born. Their skills are the direct result of daily routines and hard work, not genetics or natural causes.

I have been looking for anecdotal and research evidence of how actively teaching toddlers basic academic skills can influence their future academic achievement. Even before having my first child I knew that I would teach my kids to read early. In the gifted world, I am known as a "hot-houser" The definition of "hot-housing" is to increase the degree of education to a very high level, at a younger age. In other words, teaching a child the alphabet at eighteen months or teaching multiplication at five is considered hot housing, in groups and websites for parents of gifted kids.

Hot housing is viewed as a negative thing. I have lurked on the gifted parent’s groups for about a year now recently removing myself due to a loss of interest in the posts and comments. I could not relate to those parents. To them, I am a hot houser, and hot housing is like cheating the "truly" gifted. Truly gifted children are said to be born with a natural ability to read, and are self-taught many things like math, physics, chemistry, and languages as young as a year old. 

How does hot housing compare to teaching sports at a young age? What does a community of parents of the gifted think about training a child from the age of three to become a professional ballet dancer, or a gymnast, or an Olympic Swimmer?

Are Michael Phelp's parents, hot-housers? How about Michael Phelps, himself? His small baby is being taught how to swim by a professional coach (Phelp's very own coach). Michael Phelps began swimming at an early age. Phelps feared the water and could overcome his fears by floating on his back. His love for swimming was something that developed because of exposure to that discipline. Had it been genetics, he would have never made it into the water out of fear.

In search for information about gifted children, I joined online groups to learn more about gifted children. I hoped to learn more about books and resources that were out there for gifted kids as it was getting obvious that my first child was very advanced in academics. I never actually considered that my child could be gifted. I was terrified at the thought of having my child tested. I could never put him through the stress of a two-hour test, just to know his IQ or to have a professional tell me that my child was extremely smart when compared to his peers. I already knew he was very smart. He started reading and spelling at two years old. 

I wanted to read about what other kids that were my kids' ages were reading or doing. I hoped to find resources that could help to continue to foster their bright minds. After a few weeks, I began to feel out of place and It hit me. I realized why I didn't fit in. Most of the posts seemed to be made by moms who believed that their kids were born gifted. They were offended if anyone thought otherwise. They spoke of hot-housing, and not being able to control their kids giftedness or the behavior that came as a result of their child being gifted. I even read posts about moms who saw their children's brightness as a negative thing of sorts. Some even posted that if they could choose between their kid being gifted or not, they would probably choose to have a "normal child". I read stories about children who were lonely because of being gifted, I heard stories about other kids who were bullied as a result of being gifted, I also heard stories about kids who were under performing, had behavioral issues, and had a hard time at home with their siblings as a result of being gifted.

The fact that a parent joins a group to learn how to raise their gifted child, shows that the parent cares. Parents that care that much about their kids, help their kids excel academically.  

The more I read, the angrier I felt. I have three kids and one of them struggles physically to get around. She really struggles. I felt that these moms were being shallow. I have seen how it can be difficult to make friends for my oldest. As he talks about electrons and the elements in the periodic table, his peers talk about spider man or batman. However difficult it may be to socialize for gifted children, any kid can feel like an outcast sometimes. All kids can be bullied at times. Furthermore, 100% of the parents I know struggle with their kids' behavior at different levels, especially as they grow into individuals with different wants and needs from their own parents'. 

The "struggles" stories I read, did not seem so far from the ordinary. There was the kid who continually fought with his siblings. There was the kid who sat alone at lunchtime. There was the kid who all the other seven year old kids didn't care to hang out with, because he was talking about Picasso. These struggles are nothing far from the ordinary life of a regular kid. I could relate to many of them at times. I even shared a few posts. I could relate to the whole behavior thing, and probably the lonely aspect too. When my son was in Kindergarten he was reading Wimpy Kid and Harry Potter. In first grade, he decided that he was taking a trip to the Soccer World Cup in Russia in 2018, so he decided that he wold learn Russian. I supported him 100%. He also learned some French in the process, in addition to already being fluent (reading and speaking) Spanish as well. When he was in second grade he learned the elements and how they react to one another. So he had a little bit of a hard time making friends that wanted to hear about his stories and plans for the future. However, any child this age could have bad behavior, tantrums, and be bullied. So naturally, you could not attribute those issues to being gifted. My second child is so socially adept that she makes friends the minute she enters a room. As bright as she is, she has no social struggles. Her personality shines a positive light among any crowd. 

Aside from the struggles of parents with kids on the autism spectrum or twice exceptional kids, the struggles seemed typical. Yet, lots of moms wrote that their gifted kids should be segregated because their intelligence could suffer if they were in a regular class with regular kids. Although I understand that kids need to be challenged according to their knowledge and abilities, kids must also learn to interact with others of varied abilities. Just because my daughter is unable to walk, I would not want her to be in a class where all kids are in wheelchairs. We all live together in one society, and I want my kids to be able to talk to the President as well as the street sweeper. 

Although I believe kids should learn together, it is the responsibility of both teachers and parents to challenge children to achieve their full potential. There are endless tools and technology available that can help complement the education of both the gifted child and the underachiever. Enrichment can also be achieved with the creation of after school clubs and activities. Segregating students only ensures that the kids who struggle continue to feel inferior and reach a "learning ceiling" while the gifted kids get the education that they so deserve for being the smartest of the crowd. 

Contrary to what many believe, it is my opinion that all children are born with unlimited potential. That is, every human being is capable of excelling in any or all areas. Whether they are born with a genetic disorder, physical limitation, or with no medical diagnosis. I firmly believe that all children are BORN with the potential to become GIFTED! I have read the biographies of many great geniuses. From Einstein to Steve jobs, and Bill Gates, even Leonardo Da Vinci, these bright minds had a mentor or many mentors who nurtured their minds. This is a fact. 


The key to raising a child who excels in academics or sports is consistency and early intervention. I have heard and mothers say that a child that has learned the alphabet at an early age is a bright child, but not necessarily a gifted one. After reading my post, you be the judge of that. Although many people seem to firmly believe that being gifted is the result of genetic predisposition, and that nurture does not play a part in achieving gifted potential, I believe that anyone can become gifted. Could genes help in the process? Maybe so, but those who may not have the genes to learn easily and self-teach complex processes, can be taught those processes and become equally adept or even exceed the capabilities of another child who has "good" genes.









Tuesday, September 10, 2013

On their Birthday there were two little girls, now there is just one...

I still remember the clean smell, the smell of hospital grade, antiseptic hand soap mixed with the sweet scent of baby diapers. I remember seeing the eyes of the tiniest patients at the hospital, and next to them I saw the look of uncertainty in every parent's face, wondering what will be the fate of their baby. Some had been there long, others had  just arrived, every couple of minutes, a new baby would be brought in, looking more like a robot than a baby, hooked onto tubes and machines, absolutely helpless, with every breath, fighting to live another moment in this world and just a tiny step from becoming angels if anyone or anything failed them. A Thursday evening, mid September, two of the tiniest babies that the hospital had ever welcomed to the world arrived in the A room, the NICU room with the highest concentration of nurses, one for every two babies. Every single baby in extremely delicate condition. Each baby was inside an isolette, I wish they would have not separated them. From that moment on we didn't want to leave their side. Eventually we had to step out after 4 nights of not sleeping. Thinking back... I should've never left their side.

That day we rushed in, we got there about 40 min after we got "the call".

I was taking a shower at home, I had just been released from the hospital the night before and had come home around 4 am after being in the NICU for 4 days, watching every breath of my very unhealthy and medically unstable babies.  I grabbed my phone to call the NICU to check on my girls. One was 2lbs, the other just 1 lb. As soon as grabbed the phone I noticed the many missed calls from the hospital.  I knew something was happening.  I called the NICU and wa told to rush over there because our little Grace was dying.  We got several calls on our way there, it was the nurse saying that it wouldn't be much longer before Grace took her last breath. While in the car, we tried to explain to our curious 4 yr old what was happening and prepared him to say hia final goodbye to his little sister whom he had met just 4 days ago.

As soon as we walked into room "A" I knew that it was really happening. There was a privacy curtain wrapped around Grace's isolette, the clear box that kept her warm and tried to mimic a mother's womb.

We were told to wait right outside. All of us were heartbroken. I don't think my then 4 year old understood what was happening although he pretended he did and did not say a word. We were taken into an enclosed room where we impatiently waited to hold our baby for the very first and the very last time. I should've held her longer. We held her until she was no longer alive and closed her tiny eyes as we said goodbye forever.

Now the Twins' second birthday is right around the corner. I am very excited about celebrating with Sophie, our beautiful princess that we get to keep in our lives forever. She is such a happy and gorgeous little girl. Her smile is contagious,  her golden curls never go unnoticed,  and her insistence make her win every battle she encounters. I love my girl so much so why do I want to cry when I picture us celebrating her birthday ?

Sophie's birthday brings joy and tears to my eyes. Last year, I could not celebrate it at all because it was just too painful. The thought of Grace not being here brings back so many feelings of broken dreams, and broken hearts. Although I always kept my feelings to myself, the first year of Sophie's life was emotionally draining. I could not sing to her and sometimes it was difficult to even look at her without thinking that one baby was missing. I always tried to steer my mind from those thoughts by saying to myself that at least I still have her, things could've been much, much worse, if Sophie had not survived prematurity. The twins were born when I was 27 weeks pregnant due to many reasons. I blame myself all the time for Grace's death. Did I not try hard enough to stay preganant for longer? as if I could have controlled that. Maybe I did not do enough oxygen therapies to help them thrive in the womb, or drink enough protein, or take enough pre-natal vitamins. I should have taken Folic acid since I was very young, maybe that would've made a difference. I go over a million case scenarios inside my head. Things I could have done differently that would mean that Grace would be with us now. Sometimes I cry because I think I did not try hard enough, why was I so stubborn not to want to stay at the hospital in bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy? Considering what kind of I person I think I am at that point, I totally don't deserve the wonderful kids that I have. Just as I am in the verge of becoming manic about my daughter's death and my other's daughter lifetime disability, a wise voice inside of me takes over... The voice tells me that it was natural to feel anxious and stressed out after weeks in and out of the hospital, it tells me that while I was there I was doing everything I could to save the lives of my two girls. I learned to question doctors and nurses. I learned to go beyond my local borders looking for answers. I called many hospitals in many states, talked to many doctors in Florida and other states. I did what I could but that was not enough.

Dear Grace, I want to say I am sorry, that I love you and miss you to tears. Happy birthday Grace Katherine, wherever you are my little angel. I will love you and mis you every day of my life, I LOVE YOU TO ETERNITY...