When Your Kid Is Smarter Than You Are
|September 20, 2013||Posted by Jennifer under Mommyhooddom|
My mom used to always say she thought her children were smarter than she was. I’m pretty sure that was a compliment wrapped in self-deprecation.
I don’t think she really meant to put herself down. She was just always very proud of us (even on days we didn’t act very smart, which there were a couple).
Now that I’m a mom, I think I know how she felt.
My Baby B is a sharp one all right. He blows me away constantly. I think he’s smarter than I am, and I couldn’t be more proud.
However, it does worry me a little bit.
As a stay at home mom, I feel some pressure to get him “started on the right foot.” Ok, a lot of pressure.
I read to him and take him to the library (where he makes a bee line for the… toys) but I worry that my lack of intelligence, or imagination, or what have you, might be holding him back.
For example, today we were playing with his blocks. You know, those old-fashioned baby blocks with letters on them.
Now, I swear I have stacked those blocks every which way to Sunday. I have knocked them over with a variety of sound effects. I have balanced them on top of other toys, on my body parts, on the cat. I have even spelled words. Yay, me!
I have done everything I could possibly think of to do with those darn blocks. I’m done.
I can’t think of a single new thing to do.
So today, I’m sitting there scratching my head and wishing it was nap time, and the next thing I know, Baby B picks up his Little People zebra and trots it across my fallen “Berlin Wall” of blocks.
Why didn’t I think of that!!
The zebra should walk across the blocks. Of course it should! See, I told you my son was smart.
And really, now that I think about it, he didn’t need me to help him figure that out. Thank goodness.
But this is exactly why I worry. I spend roughly 9 hours a day alone with him. That’s a lot of time to influence a little mind, mold it, shape it, sculpt it into a thinking, processing, analyzing, intelligent being.
The more I think about it, the more I panic. What if I’m thinking inside the box and he needs me to think outside the box? I was perfectly happy stacking the blocks and knocking them down, but he wanted more, was capable of more, much more!
I can see where this is going.
Future conversation with Baby B
Me (chest swollen with pride): So, son, you want to major in nuclear physics do you?
Baby B: Yes, Mom. I sure do.
Me: Well, that’s wonderful. I’m sure you’ll be great at nuclear physisisting.
Baby B: Thanks, Mom, but I don’t want to be a nuclear physicist.
Me (very confused): You don’t?
Baby B: No, but I want to understand nuclear physics so I can be an ambassador of world peace.
Me (sobbing, chest bursting with pride): Of course you do, my sweet boy! Of course you do!!!
Seeeeeeee, when the boy tells me he wants to play with blocks, I assume he wants to stack them up and knock them down. No! He wants to use them as a rehabilitative aid for his injured zebra!
I guess I just need to get out of his way. My Baby B is a lot smarter than I am, that’s for sure!
How do you help foster your child’s intellectual growth and imagination? Do you lead, follow, or get out of the way?