Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?
Last year when we rennovated our house, I painted one of the hallway walls with white board paint. I thought it would be fun to quote song lyrics and lines of poetry and various bits of inspiration. It’s mostly been empty but this is what’s taking up space right now:
So I may be smarter than a fifth grader but only by a little bit when it comes to science. With the results of Aidan’s genetic testing in, I’ve been trying to gain a better grasp on the subject. Sure, I aced biology in high school but that was approximately a million years ago and so much has changed in the field and now it actually matters to me. I’ve armed myself with a beginners book and more on the list to follow and am taking an online course in Genomic Medicine. I have three pages of notes from the first lecture, sprinkled with a few question marks but also a “yup” and “wow” here and there.
I love being a student, always have. Clearly it’s different this time. I don’t know if I can memorize or retain the amount of information I once did and I’m secretly hoping there will be an abundance of metaphors to help me lock it in. I don’t mind being intimidated by the material because it’s not for a grade; it’s for a major life lesson. Everything I learn could potentially be applicable in a way that feels important. Our bodies are quite simply amazing, so yes, I have my eyes on a neuroscience class as well because don’t even get me started on the brain.
So I’m stretching myself, having fun and am maybe feeling a tiny bit out of my league:
Certainly this adventure has been incited by being Aidan’s mom, but this is a piece of Disability World I really feel like I’m engaging in for me. It’s certainly not self-care in the way that a walk on the beach or coffee with a friend is, but I’m ready.
And because at the end of the day it’s words that get me more excited than molecules (though proteins keep getting higher on my Wow list), this Shel Silverstein poem is at the very top of the wall: