You know the one. Who thinks her kid is so smart. Genius. Gifted, if you will. I have proof, though, people. In second grade, he took a standardized math assessment test and scored 100%. And he missed ONE SPELLING WORD. ALL YEAR!!!
This isn’t a “oh, look how bright my kid is” kind of thing; I have proof. Evidence of his genius. And every year I mention, in an almost whisper to his teacher, “I think Jake is bored at school. What can we do?” And I get the same look that I got tonight. I could read it in her eyes and her smirk, “Oh, she’s one of thosemothers.” Honestly, it irritates me. I am not a mother who fabricates my son’s skill or intelligence. I was hoping the school would work with him more so that he would be able to reach his potential. I do what I can at home, which has something to do with him excelling. I would home school, if I could. And I think about it more and more each year. The thought of his potential being stifled is infuriating. My potential was not reached because my parents didn’t believe in me. I want to see Jake be all the he can be. Just, hopefully, not in the ARMEE. I fully admit to being overzealous because my parents were under zealous. My intention as Jake’s mom is for him to fully, completely and unconditionally that I am behind him and that I support his goals and dreams.
Okay, so maybe I am THAT mom.






