The Blessings Of Having A Gifted Child

4 Dec

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My son is smart. I am not just saying that because I am his mother. He really is smart. Very smart.

My son doesn’t believe in Santa. He pokes holes in my stories. He asks why Santa looks different in every picture. He wonders why Santa goes down chimneys and not through front doors. He says its impossible for reindeer to fly. He asks why Santa has elves when he could just buy all of his toys from the store. I am trying so hard to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in him, but he is too logical to believe all of my stories.

I am not sure I ever believed in Santa, at least I don’t remember ever believing. I pretended to believe because I didn’t want to hurt my parents feelings. I went along with the whole Santa thing until I was ten or so and then I confessed that I knew he wasn’t real.

I know that having a gifted child will have it’s challenges and that this is just the beginning. I am sad that my son won’t experience the magic of Christmas that other children experience. I am sad that the glimmer of hope that Santa is real isn’t in his eyes anymore.

The holiday season isn’t turning into the Norman Rockwell image I had in my head. I know it’s petty. I know I should be thankful to have a child who is so curious and smart. I know we are blessed. I just feel like I am missing out on something that other parents take advantage of having. The spirit of Christmas.

I guess I just need to remind myself of the true meaning of Christmas. Ariahna has the story down. “The baby Jesus was born and people rided cows to see him and the cows eated fruit snacks and the wise men got Jesus PRESENTS and then Jesus was the king.” Yeah…it goes something like that.

 

 

 

 

One Response to “The Blessings Of Having A Gifted Child”

  1. appletonavenue December 4, 2012 at 1:51 pm #

    It happens to every parent sooner or later, it just happened to you sooner than you expected. I can understand your sadness of having lost that magic. Yet the Santa story is only part of the story, as you pointed out in the end, and found the positive. Good for you. You will certainly face some unusual events raising a gifted child,but I’ll bet your son still gets excited about the lights and the tree and PRESENTS.

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