What I Have Learned - Take Seven

I have learned that my fourth child is crazy- in the best kind of way.

My fourth child is a beautiful six year old little girl. She is smart, friendly, caring, loving. She is also crazy. I don't mean like psychotic crazy, just crazy in the 'oh my goodness' crazy sense.

She was a perfect baby. She entertained herself by just sitting and watching her older brother and sisters. She seldom fussed, seldom cried, seldom was anything but happy. She loved to eat and watch. But once she grew a little and her personality began to show though - watch out world.

I don't remember for sure when all the craziness started, there isn't one big ahh-ha moment or anything. Just a build up to where we are today.

We used to believe she had ADD. I was CONVINCED of it. You could tell her 'do not ride your bike past the stop sign'. She would repeat to you 'I will not ride my bike past the stop sign'. Then she would immediately go do it. She wasn't misbehaving (believe me, I HAVE one of those types). But more her brain neurons didn't connect what I said to what she actually did. You would sometimes look at her and see the blankness of her brain just not 'getting it'.

Now we are not talking intelligence or behavior issues. She is certified gifted, and has never gotten in trouble ever at school - never moved her little color behavior thing even. This was more like you were talking to a wall. I can see how people believed Einstein was crazy and not 'right' - when you look at this child, you may just see the same thing.

We took bets on how many days she would make it in Kindergarten before the principal called the house. Not just the teacher, our bet was the principal. We figured she would be crazy enough to do something that warranted the big man on campus stepping in. Well, we weren't too disappointed.

Her first week we received a phone call from school. She had apparently forgotten her backpack at home (I drive her to school every day) and had decided she was going to leave campus and go home and get it. Granted we live two blocks away, but she was just going to leave campus. This was a completely rational idea for her. Everything is that way with her - it makes perfect sense in HER brain.

The other week, I was sitting in our den and a little girl knocked on the window. She said 'excuse me, your daughter is stuck in a tree'. I go outside, and sure enough, she is stuck in a tree. The next afternoon, I again was sitting at the computer and I hear a knock on the window. Same little girl with the same message 'your daughter is stuck in a tree'. Same daughter - same tree. The other afternoon my daughter came over crying. I asked her what was wrong. Her answer 'I just fell off the table'. (I didn't dare ask her what she was doing ON the table. I was afraid she might tell me 'dancing' or something of that sort).

I am thankful for my #4. She is all the things I am not. She lives in her own little world - and loves every minute of it. She has such zest and energy. She is my little rock star and bright shining light. She was always be the life of the party - even is she is the only one dancing.