Yeah, I totally agree Spud, and I really do understand – I was a “gifted” kid myself, and my husband has a doctorate in environmental microbiology. And for both of us the lack of social skills has been, at times, crippling.
Plus neither of us can hang curtains.
It is tricky, and I don’t wave the “gifted” flag triumphantly. A bit proud, sure – hey, we’re all proud of our kids, as we should be.
That’s what I really like about my kids’ school (besides the creative curriculum). They really emphasize treating each other with respect and consideration. Everyone’s “specialness” is welcomed. It’s gentle. The teachers don’t bark at the kids, and the kids don’t bark at each other.
And I’ve learned to appreciate the fact that their school welcomes kids of all abilities. I’ve wavered at times, because I want my kids to be challenged by their peers. And be comfortable with their talents, not hide them (as I used to do).
But then something happened that clinched it.
There were a couple of other obviously “gifted” kids in kindergarten this year, probably two or three of them read about as well as my daughter.
And there was also a little girl in my son’s class, Claire, who has some kind of disability. I don’t know what it is. I’ve thought perhaps Tourette’s because of her jerky motions and repetitive hand movements, but she also struggles to speak and has some cognitive delays. At any rate she is clearly “different”.
At the beginning of the year her classmates did not like her because she pushed and shoved when they were standing in line. But they’re expected to be friends with everyone, at least to the point of being polite and considerate. We’ve talked at home about how Claire’s doing the best she can and how important it is to be polite to her.
And yet I worried that old worry, like from “Parenthood” - is the extra time and energy being spent on Claire taking away from my son’s experience?
Well — about a month ago, a bunch of the kids were on the playground for recess, kindy-3rd grade at the same time. As they’ve been doing all year. The teachers chat and watch the kids, keeping the roughhousing to a minimum.
One of the 3rd graders and a couple of first graders approached Claire and started teasing. Picking on her. In a quiet, menacing way that escaped the teachers’ notice. Making fun of her. And then the 9-yr-old started badgering Claire to take off her shirt.
My son and a couple of his classmates heard what was happening and stood up for Claire. And alerted the teachers (who were of course horrified). The first graders were expelled for a week and that 3rd grader was kicked out for good. And my son was really angry at the way those older boys had talked to Claire.
Six years old, and he knew. THAT made me proud 
Of course, he’s honest to a fault. When my husband asked Exactly.How.Much I’d spent on those (now poorly hung) curtains and I said vaguely, “Oh, a couple hundred bucks” my son (who’d gone to Target with me) chimed in “Three hundred forty two dollars and seventy-eight cents.”
Good times ;):p:D