Today were our parent-teacher conferences for the kids. Apparently, while I was busy with other things, my children have shown themselves to be well-liked, well-educated, and well-behaved. On grade level or above in every subject. (Hazel's my math girl, Rain's a great reader.) Managing their emotions, getting along with peers, growing in maturity with their polite and appropriate self-advocacy. Staying focused, being on-task, accepting transitions. What progress these little munchkins have made!
Their teachers mentioned just one area where they could both use a little more practice. Writing. Doesn't it just kill you?? I could use some more writing practice too.
I've got a little notebook that I pass back and forth with Rain. He has filled it with the most amazingly detailed pictures, mostly of animals in nature. His teacher suggested that I ask him to label the pictures and then try to write at least one or two good sentences about them.
As I type this right now, Hazel sits at the other corner of the desk, plotting and planning her piece of short fiction. I'm going to ask her to share it with me. Maybe she'll workshop one of my short essays in return.
Smart, good kids. I am so lucky.
Now all we have to do is the 504 meetings with the G/T teacher so that we can educate her about how a person can have a high IQ or great talent and a disability which requires accommodation at the same time.