3/30/2008

My Little Prodigy

On Tuesday I volunteered in Ironflower's class. I participated in circle time and then read the kids a story. It was so weird to be using my teacher voice but not be able to correct behavior and whatnot. Not that I wanted to correct very much behavior (her class really is very well-behaved), but it was very odd not having it be my job.

Still, it was a lot of fun. I thought Ironflower might show off in front of me, or shut down as some of the other moms reported their kids doing when they went in to read. But no, Ironflower handled the situation with total aplomb. She was her typical self - about four times more verbal then the other kids. Seriously, she's a talking prodigy. During circle time, Mrs.G. asked each kid to talk about his or her Easter. Most kids replied with a few sentences, some replied in short answers to Mrs.G's prompts. And then came Ironflower. Mrs.G. actually had to interrupt her, so detailed and lengthy was her description of Easter.

That afternoon she talked throughout her entire nap time. TWO HOURS. Sure some days, she doesn't sleep the whole time and I hear her chattering away. But I was within ear shot the whole time and she never, ever paused. It was amazing. She was telling stories, and having conversations with her kitty AND talking to her imaginary friends the dinosaurs - sometimes all at once.

No wonder I sometimes worry about Lovebug's language skills - he speaks like a normal child. By the time Ironflower was his age, she spoke in complete sentences ALL the time. And now she talks in paragraphs. She's even developed a game that emphasizes talking. She describes an animal and then it's your job to guess what it is. Then you describe an animal and she guesses what it is. Yesterday she and Hubby were playing in the car (Ironflower is adamant that this is a two person game only) and he was describing a zebra, "It's black and white, kinda looks like a horse and stars with 'zzz'". Ironflower was stumped long enough for Lovebug to chime in, "Ze-Buh!"

He may not be the talking prodigy his sister is, but he sure doesn't miss anything!

11 comments:

Mama Zen said...

My daughter is the same way. Sometimes I wonder if she's ever going to pause for breath!

anglophilefootballfanatic said...

I think it could possibly be the boy vs girl thing, too. And, by the way you've described them, it sounds like she's all talk & he's pithy one-liners. My son is pithy like that, too.

Jenny, Bloggess said...

Totally a boy vs girl thing. All the boys in Hailey's class are quiet but smart. The girls never shut up.

Cris said...

My daughter is like that at home...but out in public? No way. Every year her teachers have said she needs to speak up more and I look at them with a puzzled look and then say "Oh...You have us confused! I'm DIVA's mom!"

MamaGeek said...

I was going to say what AFF said, I wonder if it's just a boy versus girl thing! Too cute. :)

Jess said...

That is SO awesome. I love the imaginary play aspect- she is truly a prodigy! Did you see this link? http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=19212514

Your story about Ironflower made me think of this. :)

Kathryn said...

I hear boys' verbal skill develop MUCH slower than girls. Although my second boy was VERY advanced. My first boy hardly said anything until he was close to two. Now he is more advanced than the kids in his class. No worries. :)

matteroffactmommy said...

jersey, i'm not sure of your kids ages, but i wouldn't worry about the 2nd child... well, at least i am in the same situation and i am not worrying. my 4yo son started talking very young in my opinion, at about 11-12mos. but my 21-month old still doesn't say more than 1 word at a time and you can hardly understand what she's saying when she does talk... :-)

Leslie said...

Ironflower sounds like Julia. Julia never stops talking. And since I'm a talker, there is hardly ever any silence in our house. Poor Dave. He can't get a word in at all.

Leslie said...

Ironflower sounds like Julia. Julia never stops talking. And since I'm a talker, there is hardly ever any silence in our house. Poor Dave. He can't get a word in at all.

Mama Zen said...

My daughter is the same way. Sometimes I wonder if she's ever going to pause for breath!