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Wish Sophie Luck…

posted Monday July 27th, 2009

…what kind of luck — good or bad — well, that’s up to you.

Tomorrow is Sophie’s IQ test. Her third IQ test. Many people never take one in their lives. My 6-year-old is a veteran.

If her score goes down 14 points, she keeps her state services.

There have been suggestions of Benadryl and late night play sessions (and worse) but I’m playing this one straight.  (True, true, I found the psychologist with the most lenient reputation.)

But really, it is what it is. Sophie is who she is.

I know this much: IQ tests are ridiculous. I don’t need to tell you that, dear reader. You’ve heard me whine long enough about how little cognitive skill (or rote memory, which I suspect is working in Sophie’s favor) has to do with fine and gross motor challenges, or speech difficulties, the stuff of Sophie’s state services.

What I should really be doing is quitting my job and running for the Arizona Legislature, so I can try to change the law that says you only get state services for the developmentally disabled if you have a. epilepsy, b. cerebal palsy, c. autism or d. mental retardation.

Then again, maybe Sophie should run. No matter what her score tomorrow, she’ll outwit many members of the Arizona Legislature.

That was a cheap shot. Once, years ago, one of the guys I work for called our legislators “mouth breathers” and I thought that was hilarious, til recently I was thinking about it and realized that’s just a clever way of saying “retard”.

But really, when it comes to the folks making the laws for our state, it gets tempting. Not tempting enough, however, to try to join them. Not that I’d ever get elected, anyway. Talk about an exercise in futility.

Which is probably what tomorrow is. And if it isn’t, I’ll be devastated. I’m screwed either way.

I do know that either way, Sophie will be okay.

None of this changes my girl. I know that. It’s my job to fight and protect for her but it’s also my job to love and enjoy her. So instead of ending this post in anger, I’ll end it with a small tale.

The other day, appropos of not much, Annabelle remarked, “Sophie doesn’t have any collections.”

Annabelle collects many things — most recently rubber ducks. I stood for a moment and pondered the comment.

“Well,” I replied, “when you were 6, you didn’t have any collections.”

Annabelle and I both looked over at Sophie, who was busy watching Noggin.

“Hey Sophie,” I asked, “do you have collect anything?”

Looking rather bored, she answered matter-of-factly.


Um, okay, DUH. Of course Sophie collects Piglets. Her bed is covered. We talk about Piglet all the time. Annabelle and I both slapped our foreheads and we all laughed. 

Smart little girl.

piglet found

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6 Responses to “Wish Sophie Luck…”

  1. Beautiful picture! I can appreciate your comment about “outwitting” the legislators since we know that there is a totality to wisdom that can’t be measured and that IQ in itself has nothing to do with it. I’m sad that there has to be proof of anything but individuality of need and that ALL individuals can’t have access to whatever extra they might need whenever they need it when it comes to skills. Perhaps the Legislators need special services around common sense and emotional intelligence? I know right now I need special services around my shoulders! You must have a bunch of Cancer astrologically to have so many collections!

  2. Did you know that pigs are considered lucky in Germany? (

    So I wish that Sophie will have pig(let) on her test.

    No comment on how totallly screwy the system is.

  3. Really? Epilepsy? Geez, I didn’t know that. Is there some kind of state service that can get my kid to stop wearing silver metallic costumes (that we have tried convincing him cause seizures)? I might try to sign the boy up before he embarrasses himself in middle school…

  4. So sweet. Sounds like you are handling a ridiculous situation with as much grace as you can. I anxiously await your news, whatever it is.
    Love the rickrack on Sophie’s pillow!

  5. Ugh. (This is Joyce) Well the day has come, again. I hope you are able to fit a really great treat into the day too, just because it will make up for the nonsense of it all.

  6. Yes, ugh — but also bravo for your attitude, and good luck (whatever that means). I assume it’s a long wait for the results? I find myself wishing that your blog was a book already, so I can skim ahead and find out the result.

    But I’m also thinking: you don’t need to run for the legislature to change the law. Find a sympathetic legislator (do those exist in AZ?), circulate a petition, write an Op-Ed piece or two, attend a gazillion meetings, wait a year or so for the process to grind on, and then voila: new law. Of course, it might be futile to even attempt this in this economy — but really, all it takes is a few allies and some writing skill and research skill, and you have all of that.

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