Someone spoke highly of my daughter to me. She praised my daughter for her creativity. From an art teacher I'd say this was nice to hear. But I was talking to her ice skating coach.
Apparently she and my child were having a contest and my daughter had declared herself the victor. My daughter had gotten the imaginary gold medal covered with jewels. Her teacher had gotten a wooden medal covered in spider webs and cockroaches. How do I know this? It was 100% of the skating rundown. Swizzles mizzles. The coach thought her imagination was the highlight of the lesson.
Every night my daughter and I do math together. We go page by page in the book. Some nights she'll get the whole page right. On other nights, "creativity" kicks in and she'll tell me she didn't write 8 because she wanted to practice her 6's.
I am failing at being the Jewish tiger mom I thought I'd be. Instead I'm a grasshopper mom. Teaching my kid to excel in the frivolities of life.
she we will figure out how to channel that creativity.
When the school teacher asks you to put three pictures in order, you can not place the photo of a person at the grocery check out before the photo of her shopping with the cart, even if you do describe it as she is returning something and then going to shop.
Doctor, lawyer, CPA, stylist, graphic designer, comedian, internet billionaire
That's my girl.