My Daughter is Too Smart
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I have a daughter named Celestial Dawn. She's 2 and a half years old. She is tall for her age, although not especially so. She looks just like me. Michelle, at first, was a little bothered that Celest's face favored mine so much, but I think now she's grown used to it. She's got my hair, my smile. Especially in the morning, she looks exactly like me.
Celest seems smart. Like, very smart. Like, too smart. But I try to keep my ego in check. Children grow at an amazing rate. Everyone knows it, but you can still be taken aback because of just how fast they do grow. Everyone says their child is really bright. Everyone says their kid is smarter than other kids their age.
I watch Celest run around saying and doing things that I have no idea where she got from. If you pretend you're in peril, Celest will rush over and save you, and when you've thanked her, she'll put her fists to her hips and enthusiastically announce that she's either Batman or Spider-Man, and occasionally Superman. The thing is, we don't watch superhero stuff in front of her, and while she knows who Batman is because I have several Batman toys, there is nothing Spider-Man or Superman around the house, and I haven't gotten around to teaching her about superheros yet.
Once, I handed her a glass of water. She bowed and said "Thank you!" And I stopped. "Did you just bow?"
Once, Michelle and I were talking and Celest came over, and at first we tried to ignore her because she was acting like she wanted attention, until we noticed that for the last minute or so, she'd been doing the Robot. The Robot. Nowadays, of course, if you request that she does the Robot, she gets so excited that she only does it for a second, but the fact is that my two year old can do the Robot.
Now, obviously she's been picking this up from TV. Except that wherever it's coming from, it can only be for very small amounts of time, because it's not like we sit around watching break-dancing workout tapes, or The Police Manners of Thanking One Another in Asia channdel.
When she does things like this, I say to myself, God, kid, you're getting too bright. But doesn't everyone think that? Doesn't everyone everywhere get completely blown away by how fast their children grow, the stuff they learn? Isn't part of being a parent constantly being in awe of your kid?
I try to keep myself grounded. Celest is growing at a perfectly normal rate, and is learning at the same rate all the other kids learn.
Still... The Robot?
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I tried to get a picture of Celest doing the Robot, but it was tricky because she was sleepy and besides, it's hard to take a picture of a child dancing, especially in such a way that a two-year-old version of The Robot is recognizable. Not coming up with anything satisfactory, here's a picture of Celest watching television while attempting to ignore her father, who is in between her and the TV set, trying to take a picture of her. Frickin' couch potato.
with love from CRS @ 9:43 PM
Sunday, July 17, 2005
I have a daughter named Celestial Dawn. She's 2 and a half years old. She is tall for her age, although not especially so. She looks just like me. Michelle, at first, was a little bothered that Celest's face favored mine so much, but I think now she's grown used to it. She's got my hair, my smile. Especially in the morning, she looks exactly like me.
Celest seems smart. Like, very smart. Like, too smart. But I try to keep my ego in check. Children grow at an amazing rate. Everyone knows it, but you can still be taken aback because of just how fast they do grow. Everyone says their child is really bright. Everyone says their kid is smarter than other kids their age.
I watch Celest run around saying and doing things that I have no idea where she got from. If you pretend you're in peril, Celest will rush over and save you, and when you've thanked her, she'll put her fists to her hips and enthusiastically announce that she's either Batman or Spider-Man, and occasionally Superman. The thing is, we don't watch superhero stuff in front of her, and while she knows who Batman is because I have several Batman toys, there is nothing Spider-Man or Superman around the house, and I haven't gotten around to teaching her about superheros yet.
Once, I handed her a glass of water. She bowed and said "Thank you!" And I stopped. "Did you just bow?"
Once, Michelle and I were talking and Celest came over, and at first we tried to ignore her because she was acting like she wanted attention, until we noticed that for the last minute or so, she'd been doing the Robot. The Robot. Nowadays, of course, if you request that she does the Robot, she gets so excited that she only does it for a second, but the fact is that my two year old can do the Robot.
Now, obviously she's been picking this up from TV. Except that wherever it's coming from, it can only be for very small amounts of time, because it's not like we sit around watching break-dancing workout tapes, or The Police Manners of Thanking One Another in Asia channdel.
When she does things like this, I say to myself, God, kid, you're getting too bright. But doesn't everyone think that? Doesn't everyone everywhere get completely blown away by how fast their children grow, the stuff they learn? Isn't part of being a parent constantly being in awe of your kid?
I try to keep myself grounded. Celest is growing at a perfectly normal rate, and is learning at the same rate all the other kids learn.
Still... The Robot?
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I tried to get a picture of Celest doing the Robot, but it was tricky because she was sleepy and besides, it's hard to take a picture of a child dancing, especially in such a way that a two-year-old version of The Robot is recognizable. Not coming up with anything satisfactory, here's a picture of Celest watching television while attempting to ignore her father, who is in between her and the TV set, trying to take a picture of her. Frickin' couch potato.
