I Am Happy!
In the time it takes to say, "Please God, Thank You and Amen", your life can change in miraculous ways.
The last time I made an entry into this online journal I lamented about how miserable I was about Michael's prolonged absense, for example. Not only has he returned-unexpectedly and with little warning, a month ago yesterday. I had gone as far as to file for divorce, which when he showed up he talked me out of. His attitude towards me has so vastly improved I I jokingly asked for identification to verify it was in fact, my long lost estranged husband and not a well fashioned, alien planted hot-bot, put in place to ease my hurting (& horney? lol) heart. "Who are you?" I teased. He's that different. Or perhaps I finally did lose my marbles and I've fantasized him into existence. I'm delieriously happy. If I'm crazy, let me be. Right now I don't mind. I hope the happiness lasts. I hope he stays. I know as quickly as he returned he could pull out the rug from under me again and disappear once again, leaving Christian and I to anguish his loss all over again. For those who think I'm a fool for taking him back, try spendng a year without the man you love and tell me you wouldn't rather forgive him and have him with you?
And my son, now ten, is equally full of surprises. He's already in advanced math class, and breezing through it, strong in all of his other subjects. Well today I learned that my son has not only aced the crt tests but has been determined to be "highly gifted" according to the Otis Lennon IQ test. "Your son is a very special person", the gifted program coordinator informed me. "He's very, very intelligent. In fact, he tested in the top one percent in the nation!"
"You're kiddng!", I gasped. Now I knew he was bright but I thought myself biased, as most mothers are. "I noticed it a couple of years ago", she went on. "That he was different. I've been carefully monitoring his progress. And the incredible thing is his IQ is only going to get even higher until it levels out around 7th grade." The school is going to pay for special programs and opportunities to help him reach his potential. He'll be able to attend college early, among other things. I was shaking with excitment, crying in disbelief. My little genius. Who knew?! He's ten and already Mensa-eligible. Where on earth does he get it from? (I actually have been tested by a clinical psychiatrist a few years back and was found to have an IQ well into the superior range. "You excel in every area-EXCEPT Math.... I believe you suffer from a math disability", the man informed me. I could have told him that. I failed math regents two years in a row. I think they finally passed me for fear that I'd eventually end up in class with my little sister. "A disabilty brought about by the same brain abnomality that causes your OCD. You're by no means stupid. In fact, it's often the unusually intelligent people who suffer from mental illness." So what makes me bright, makes me crazy. Super.)
Christian's biological father, for all of his drug and psychiatric problems (He was bi-polar and went many years without treatment until only three years or so before his death) , was brilliant in equally scary ways. He was one of those people who could compute anything instantly in his head, travel all over the country without needing a map, write a song as he performed it, survive on a shoestrong and remarkable resourcefullness and unfortunatly for many in his life, manipulate masterfully. I used to tell him "If only you used your talents for good...." He was a sick, sick man, but genius. So, wherever my son gets the high IQ from, I Thank God he's got it. I hope he is able to do more with it than either of his parents could.
Life never ceases to amaze me. It's always full of wonderful surprises.
I am happy! :-)
The last time I made an entry into this online journal I lamented about how miserable I was about Michael's prolonged absense, for example. Not only has he returned-unexpectedly and with little warning, a month ago yesterday. I had gone as far as to file for divorce, which when he showed up he talked me out of. His attitude towards me has so vastly improved I I jokingly asked for identification to verify it was in fact, my long lost estranged husband and not a well fashioned, alien planted hot-bot, put in place to ease my hurting (& horney? lol) heart. "Who are you?" I teased. He's that different. Or perhaps I finally did lose my marbles and I've fantasized him into existence. I'm delieriously happy. If I'm crazy, let me be. Right now I don't mind. I hope the happiness lasts. I hope he stays. I know as quickly as he returned he could pull out the rug from under me again and disappear once again, leaving Christian and I to anguish his loss all over again. For those who think I'm a fool for taking him back, try spendng a year without the man you love and tell me you wouldn't rather forgive him and have him with you?
And my son, now ten, is equally full of surprises. He's already in advanced math class, and breezing through it, strong in all of his other subjects. Well today I learned that my son has not only aced the crt tests but has been determined to be "highly gifted" according to the Otis Lennon IQ test. "Your son is a very special person", the gifted program coordinator informed me. "He's very, very intelligent. In fact, he tested in the top one percent in the nation!"
"You're kiddng!", I gasped. Now I knew he was bright but I thought myself biased, as most mothers are. "I noticed it a couple of years ago", she went on. "That he was different. I've been carefully monitoring his progress. And the incredible thing is his IQ is only going to get even higher until it levels out around 7th grade." The school is going to pay for special programs and opportunities to help him reach his potential. He'll be able to attend college early, among other things. I was shaking with excitment, crying in disbelief. My little genius. Who knew?! He's ten and already Mensa-eligible. Where on earth does he get it from? (I actually have been tested by a clinical psychiatrist a few years back and was found to have an IQ well into the superior range. "You excel in every area-EXCEPT Math.... I believe you suffer from a math disability", the man informed me. I could have told him that. I failed math regents two years in a row. I think they finally passed me for fear that I'd eventually end up in class with my little sister. "A disabilty brought about by the same brain abnomality that causes your OCD. You're by no means stupid. In fact, it's often the unusually intelligent people who suffer from mental illness." So what makes me bright, makes me crazy. Super.)
Christian's biological father, for all of his drug and psychiatric problems (He was bi-polar and went many years without treatment until only three years or so before his death) , was brilliant in equally scary ways. He was one of those people who could compute anything instantly in his head, travel all over the country without needing a map, write a song as he performed it, survive on a shoestrong and remarkable resourcefullness and unfortunatly for many in his life, manipulate masterfully. I used to tell him "If only you used your talents for good...." He was a sick, sick man, but genius. So, wherever my son gets the high IQ from, I Thank God he's got it. I hope he is able to do more with it than either of his parents could.
Life never ceases to amaze me. It's always full of wonderful surprises.
I am happy! :-)
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