I know it isn’t fair to compare you to your sister. Especially academically. This is a girl who loves counting, reading, writing, and worksheets. We get her school workbooks to play with and she does statistics for fun. Comparison isn’t fair…but it happens.
So, when you wouldn’t even draw so much as a circle at three years old, we were concerned. You had no patience for drawing or practicing your letters. Sometimes it was comical…
“What letter is this, Buddy?” (A)
“A letter, Buddy. What letter?”
“What card are you looking at??”
“Be good at sports, kid…”
Five minutes later, after we’d given up, you’d casually walk past a bunch of letter magnets, grab the ‘A’ and casually announce, “A is for Alligator. Chomp, chomp!”
I began to suspect that you weren’t a moron, you were just a smartass. Which, I can appreciate.
So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when out of the blue at a restaurant one night about two months ago you grabbed a placemat and all at once not only scrawled out your first letter, but your whole name:
Followed that same week with your first ever drawing:
While we tried not to be too surprised, we were. We really, really were. Surprised and relieved. Ever since you have been churning out family portraits, race cars, and robots, and slapping your name on every one of them…sometimes even written forwards. 🙂
Follow up: I picked you up from school yesterday and learned that your teachers started teaching the students how to write/trace their names…that day. Not before. Which means…two months ago you taught yourself how to write your name. Impressive, kid. Very impressive.