Boy and Girl Child brought home mid-year reports. Which are like report cards, except they are not written on the actual card. Why they were not just written on the actual card, I have no idea. Who am I to judge? There is probably some school law regarding it.
Anyway. They brought them home. And being siblings and all, they compared them.
As I've mentioned before, Boy Child has struggled since his early entrance into this world. He's been shorter and slower and a little behind, whereas Girl Child has legs up to her neck and reads at a sixth grade level.
Lately, though, Boy Child has gotten taller. He's still a skinny thing, but he's solid. He's always had excellent deductive reasoning skills and he's always been a thoughtful little soul, but lately, he can do math in his head. And lately? His reading scores have dramatically improved. And by dramatically I mean I went to visit his teacher and she said he was reading on grade level and I began to cry, right in the classroom, with sheer pride.
To overachievers this sounds weird. I know. I'm an overachiever.
But to me, as a mother, who had to see this little child lying in an incubator, fighting to be alive? This is nothing short of an absolute miracle.
Boy Child, however, was concerned by his report and came to me and said, "Are you sad that Girl Child did better in reading than I did?"
I said, "Boy Child! Oh my Lord! NO! You did AWESOME! You are AVERAGE! Boy Child! Average! Being average ROCKS! When you were born you weren't supposed to LIVE! Then the doctor said you would be profoundly retarded! The fact that you are average is amazing!"
Boy Child paused, "The doctor said I would be profoundly retarded?!?!?!"
I said, "Yeah! What did he know, right?"
Boy Child said, "Mom? I want to take my report and fax it to the doctor and then call him up on the phone and be all like, 'Hey Doctor! SUCK IT! I'M AVERAGE!'"
I wonder. I wonder if I can ever make him see how very far above average he really is.
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LOL. Love that story.
That. IS. Awesome. He rocks!
that made me weepy. he is so sweet!
"Hey SUCK IT" - that is so YOU Chick. You've got a little Mini-me there. Awesome!
Love it! Suck it?! That's a phone call worth recording and sharing!!!
He is def your boy child! I think you should look that Dr up and send him a fax! : )
I seriously got teary from that. I think that it's great that he is happy he is average. I think all kids should have parents like you, who support them and don't tell them that they aren't doing well enough if they are "just average". Average is great, and YOU? Are a GREAT mom!
What a great kid...
I have a tear in my eye, even though it is insanely funny, it is so sweet as well.
:)
That? Right there meade me smile.
I think you totally need to confront that doctor.
My mom? Was told that she would never have kids after she had four miscarriages. She went on to have me two years later and then had twins three years after that. A few weeks after the twins were born, she showed up with all three kids at that doctor's office, the one who'd broken her dreams and told him "don't you EVER EVER say that to another woman again!"
That's my favorite mom story, actually.
Boy Child rocks. Just like his mama.
Aw that made me cry. Sometimes Boy Child reminds me an awful lot of the sweet Liam that I used to have (before he became an 11 year old terror!) From not suppose to live to profoundly retarded to reading at grade level. Yeah, I'd say he's slighly more than abouve average.
So cool. Your kids are so cool.
I just laughed out loud and started getting teary at the same time. So glad no one observes me reading your blog...I'd be locked up.
Oh that's wonderful! Sounds like he's doing juuuust fine! :)
What great kids!
I totally will find that doc for you, just to hear the story of the faxing!
That story made me get all teary eyed! Boy Child is awesome!!
And, I've been looking around your blog for a bit- hope you don't mind my snooping. I totally love it here!!!
That is so completely sweet!!
I can so totally relate being the Mama of a preemie.
You rock Boy Child!
Yeah, doctors don't always know everything! Give Boy Child a rub on his fuzzy little noggin for me!
Credit for his achievements all go to him. Credit for giving him the environment to achieve it - goes to you and Jason. Nice work.
I think he is so much smarter than his grades will ever show.
Blessings, Chick!
Laughing and snot go together. Right?
Coz you totally just inflicted that on me;).
I totally understand - and so moved when I hear things like this. (Having a child who is severely dyslexic....and she struggles, but she's so intelligent in so many ways....).
Oh, that's great! I love the boy child's spirit and verve. Awesome!
That's such an AWESOME story. I know you are very proud of him.
You don't even know how awesome I think this is. Someday, I hope my son will be able to achieve average grades in reading.
Fantastic!!! And I'm sure the doctor would love to get that fax... :)
I love him. I love you for making him who he is. And I love his supreme NONaverageness. He's so above average plus hinty million.
Thank you for creating the boy that just was the center of one of my favorite posts of all time.
Ok, Boy Child made me cry. At work.
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