Late last week I shared with Mom the thought-provoking responses received here when I “went public” about having flunked out of a gifted/talented program.
Here’s the conversation that followed:
Mom: “You remember what happened the next year? After that teacher left and they got a new person to run the program?”
Mom: “You refused to take the test when they offered it. You said that you didn’t care about that stuff anymore, that you didn’t need or want to participate.”
Me: “I did?”
Mom: “Yes. The teacher called me. She wanted me to lean on you to take it. She said that knew you belonged in the group. That you were gifted and deserved to participate.
Me: “What did you say?”
Mom: “I said that you could do whatever you wanted to do. It was always up to you.”
I said that I didn’t want to take the test. I didn’t care about being the gifted group.
Would it be weird to be proud of one’s younger self?
Because I am feeling a little proud of my inner 11-year-old for moving on from the incident with no regret. And I’m really proud of my mom for trusting me to make my own choices.
Plus, even though I declined the invitation, I’d like to go back and thank that teacher personally for reaching out to say that I belonged.