The other day when I dropped my younger one off to the school, I saw her running toward the soccer field. Something about the way she ran … the confidence that she portrayed … as if the very air around her shimmered with happiness, as colorful and vibrant as a rainbow. And the vibration was so strong that I could feel it from miles away.
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I remember thinking, “This is
it. This is the moment that I have been waiting for in my entire life.” Seeing
her being confident and happy … made me realize how blessed I am as her mother.
Seems like it was just yesterday
when I was holding her close to my heart, her tears dropping onto my clothes. Then, she had been
facing the most challenging obstacle in her life – losing her best friend. For whatever reason it may be, her closest
friends had left her behind, one by one. –That was the time when I desperately wished
I had a magic wand so that I could
make everything fine. How I wished!
Gifted children are often
lacking in social skills. Perhaps it is the way they are wired intellectually,
because somehow their social skills are lagging behind. – it is like the missing bits in their brains. Many parents spoon-feed
academic materials to their gifted children, thinking that that is what they
need the most. In turn by doing so,
we have set their social skills even further apart from the other children of
I could feel her pain vividly
each time she was hurt emotionally by her lack of social skills. I am blessed to
have a gifted child, but her happiness to me is priceless. Countless play-dates
were set for her. Countless parties were planned. But to no avail. I searched helplessly each time she was hurt on how
to improve her social skills. –Making friends has always come naturally to me
so each time I was left clueless,
uncertain of what to do. Between her close
bond with her sister, her love of
writing, her affectionate relationship with my hubby and me, and many
combinations of things we had tried, somehow she had overcome her hurdle.
Yes! She has travelled a long way. Here I am watching her contentedly as she is running confidently
and happily toward her own journey of life. This
moment of my life will never fade away, for it is seared in my heart, an image
carved in stone.
Until next stop,
Journey of Life