The boy who knew too much: a child prodigy

This is the true story of scientific child prodigy, and former baby genius, Ainan Celeste Cawley, written by his father. It is the true story, too, of his gifted brothers and of all the Cawley family. I write also of child prodigy and genius in general: what it is, and how it is so often neglected in the modern world. As a society, we so often fail those we should most hope to see succeed: our gifted children and the gifted adults they become. Site Copyright: Valentine Cawley, 2006 +

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Fintan, mummy's personal coach

Yesterday, my wife Syahidah was in a hurry to get ready. Fintan was watching this, but had something on his mind, that he wanted his mother to attend to.

"Not now, Fintan, I have to hurry to see Daddy!" she said to him.

He took this well, setting aside his wishes, in a rather mature fashion. You have to remember that Fintan is a curly headed three year old and picture that in your mind.

He then said to his mother, in a comical choice of words: "You go girl!", as if he were the older one, and she his charge.

It was almost as if he was on the Opray Show, hearing such words on his lips. His vocabulary surprises me at times and the way he chooses to use it: it is whimsical and expresses a character all of his own. I think that is the department in which Fintan really shines - the social one. In some ways, that is one of the more useful attributes to have.

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posted by Valentine Cawley @ 10:38 AM 


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hehehe. :) Maybe he will be able to help his brothers, if they find themselves perplexed as to what to do with social situations.

- Kathy

9:17 PM  
Blogger Valentine Cawley said...

Yes, indeed. I think they complement each other well. One is a scientist, one appears likely to be an artist, and in the middle there is the social one, gluing them together.

Best wishes

9:20 PM  

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