You really remind me of how my mom raised me. Of course, it was the early 1980s, but still. Same artistic bent, same creative nourishing. Once they found out that at two, I loved reading and creative outlets, my parents did everything in their power to help me feed my brain. I wasn't diagnosed with cerebral palsy until I was three or so, because it was mild, but Mom knew something was wrong very early on. She kept taking me to doctors who said nothing was wrong, and then she finally took me to the famous Lamm Institute, where they took one look at me said said, "Oh, we've got mild CP over here!" And I spent eight years getting therapy there. Mom also was very strict about how I worked with and against my disabilities. She would force me to use my left side even when I complained. Of course, nobody actually paid attention to the fact that I was epileptic, because everyone assumed I was having a huge, overactive imagination (my seizures were psychic, sensory, and autonomic, but not always motor, so they were hard to distinguish from pains and sensations). http://www.ehow.com/list_6020170_signs-symptoms-focal-seizure.html So, I think you are and will always be an ideal and extraordinary parent, because you are really truly raising and nourishing your child yourself, which is so much more than most parents these days! James will be an intellectual handful, I can tell. He might do what I did at ages three and four, when I was obsessed with dinosaurs. My parents took me to the Natural Museum of History in Manhattan quite often, and in the dinosaur exhibits, there would be this tiny, high-pitched voice perfectly reciting the names of every single skeleton; people would stare around in confusion, then look down and see this tiny child with this big voice, and they would get even more confused because not even they could pronounce some of those words!
Mom likes to tell a story about when I was a little under two years old. She had me out in the stroller, and was in a store. To keep me from getting fussy, she grabbed a random novel off the rack and handed it to me upside down. I immediately turned it right side up, opened it, and began slowly flipping through the pages. A woman nearby stared at me, stared at my mother, and said, "Wait, she's not supposed to be able to do that yet!" to which my mother just shrugged and smiled, like, What can you do, the kid is smart. James does that now, doesn't he?
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So, I think you are and will always be an ideal and extraordinary parent, because you are really truly raising and nourishing your child yourself, which is so much more than most parents these days!
James will be an intellectual handful, I can tell. He might do what I did at ages three and four, when I was obsessed with dinosaurs. My parents took me to the Natural Museum of History in Manhattan quite often, and in the dinosaur exhibits, there would be this tiny, high-pitched voice perfectly reciting the names of every single skeleton; people would stare around in confusion, then look down and see this tiny child with this big voice, and they would get even more confused because not even they could pronounce some of those words!
Mom likes to tell a story about when I was a little under two years old. She had me out in the stroller, and was in a store. To keep me from getting fussy, she grabbed a random novel off the rack and handed it to me upside down. I immediately turned it right side up, opened it, and began slowly flipping through the pages. A woman nearby stared at me, stared at my mother, and said, "Wait, she's not supposed to be able to do that yet!" to which my mother just shrugged and smiled, like, What can you do, the kid is smart.
James does that now, doesn't he?