When my son was in preschool life seemed good. No bad news, no bad reports and he was happy. He went into kindergarten and the 3rd day of school the teacher called me. He wouldn't sit still, he chewed on his pencil. Within weeks I sat with her upon her request. She was a new teacher, maybe teaching 2 years after doing her student teaching etc.
She stated he had behavioral issues. I sighed knowing my son was very bright and asked 'is it possible that my son is advanced and bored?'
She replied, 'my gifted kids finish their work early and then go and play. Your son plays and then rushes through his work at the end.'
He gets his work done, okay. So I then asked 'is it possible he is gifted but different than those kids?'
Her reply was not agreeing the possibility that my son was advanced. I then sat up straighter and asked, 'so in your.....how many years have you been teaching?'
she squirmed 'um 2 years.'
'...okay, in your 2 years of teaching, how many kids have you had like my son?'
'A few,' she said.
'And how many of them were boys?' I asked. It is notorious that boys are less mature than girls at each age and are more fidgity.
All in all the meeting was unproductive and I got call after call over the excruciating year on every little thing. I have to tell you it was one of the most frustrating year.
Add to that the strain of a miss-matched marriage I was in was crumbling based on activities and behaviors my then husband and I both were at fault with. Our son's behaviors only wore more heavily on us.
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