Chalk up at least 3 of my kids as late bloomers, of the somewhat 2E variety. In particular, I distinctly remember the conversation with the school psych telling me that my then-3 y.o. was severely developmentally delayed. While that was shocking to hear, I had to surpress a laugh inside, because I knew he was a bright boy. In fact, he's still blooming now at 7 y.o. - he isn't finished yet, by a long shot
This late blooming, in combination with the early deficits, has resulted in an internal struggle for me. Because there was so long that the world focused on what they could not do, I have a hard time shutting myself up about what they can do, i.e., I have a hard time not bragging. I want to shout it from the rooftops, if you know what I mean.
