Thursday, July 16, 2015


I had a few friends mention that they liked reading my blog about my peanut, so I figured that I would pick it back up again.  Who knows how often I will write in it.  I've made lots of goals in the past and I am tired of not reaching them, so I guess here's one little look into our lives. 

A few weeks ago, I got a copy of Leah's IQ results in the mail. 

I was devastated. 

My baby is way smarter than the results suggest.

Part of the test requires two surveys, one from a parent and one from a teacher. 

Our surveys results were very different. 

In the report, the psychologist who administered the test mentioned the discrepancies in the surveys, and she said that the differences were due to "reporter error." 

I called her.

I wanted to make sure that I had an accurate view of Leah's abilities and I was curious as to who she felt was the one who made the errors. 

She told me that she believed I was the one who had a better understanding of Leah's abilities and that my survey was the more accurate one. 

She did not think that Leah could function as well as she did, in the classroom that she was in, if she was at the level that the teacher survey suggested. 

...In the middle of the testing I happened to be volunteering at recess and when I asked the psychologist how things were going, she said that she didn't believe the results would be an accurate assessment of Leah's understanding. She commented that the test had to be administered in a specific way and that she couldn't take liberties with the questioning. 

I told her that I would put Leah's IQ score in the 70's if I had to guess.  

She agreed. 

That's not-too-shabby, if I do say so myself. ;) 

Yay Leah!!! :)...

We then talked about more personal stuff. 

(This psychologist is one amazing lady. I am so grateful for the compassion, love, and knowledge she has brought into our lives. I honestly consider her a friend) 

At the end of our conversation she said:

"I truly believe that Leah was brought into my life when I needed her the most. She is a blessing to me and I am very grateful for the opportunities I have had to work with her." 

My baby's IQ score may not be as high as I would like it to be. I wish she would have been able to "perform to the test" just this once. 

But really...

Did you just read what the psychologist said? 

That's kinda amazing. 

For real. 

My baby is considered as a blessing in someone's life.  

This someone was a stranger a year ago. 

My sweetie touched her life in a deep way. 

That's kinda amazing.

What's even more amazing is that I have had many people share similar  sentiments. 

Is an IQ score really that important?