My Daughter
I don't often write about my daughter because she is neuro-typical (or so we think). The doctor who diagnosed our sons suggested that Gabrielle might have mild Asperger's and I'm inclined to believe she may be onto something even though she didn't examine Gabrielle. The doctor made her comment based on discussions of our family history and Gabrielle's behavior both as a toddler and child.
Gabrielle is excruciatingly disorganized. I tease her that she couldn't find a bright yellow sock in a pile of black ones. She can't remember where she puts things to save her life. She's absolutely terrified of tornados and obsessive over storm clouds for the same reason. And she's unbelievably brilliant-- I think she may one day become a lawyer.
Case in point.
Last night, she began a discussion on coins, noting that Thomas Jefferson's profile graced the front of the nickel. Her father asked if she knew what the building was on the back of the nickel. She didn't, so he explained it was Monticello and that he had been to Jefferson's home before.
Gabrielle stared at him a moment, assessing his truthfulness (he's forever teasing her), and she finally said, "I don't suppose you have proof of that, do you?"
Despite the fact that our family life is not typical, Gabrielle is doing a wonderful job as a big sister and could one day become an advocate for children with disabilities or maybe even a physician. I don't know what the future holds for her but she is extremely tenderhearted and smart. She'll be able to do whatever she sets her mind to.
Gabrielle is excruciatingly disorganized. I tease her that she couldn't find a bright yellow sock in a pile of black ones. She can't remember where she puts things to save her life. She's absolutely terrified of tornados and obsessive over storm clouds for the same reason. And she's unbelievably brilliant-- I think she may one day become a lawyer.
Case in point.
Last night, she began a discussion on coins, noting that Thomas Jefferson's profile graced the front of the nickel. Her father asked if she knew what the building was on the back of the nickel. She didn't, so he explained it was Monticello and that he had been to Jefferson's home before.
Gabrielle stared at him a moment, assessing his truthfulness (he's forever teasing her), and she finally said, "I don't suppose you have proof of that, do you?"
Despite the fact that our family life is not typical, Gabrielle is doing a wonderful job as a big sister and could one day become an advocate for children with disabilities or maybe even a physician. I don't know what the future holds for her but she is extremely tenderhearted and smart. She'll be able to do whatever she sets her mind to.
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