Yesterday Relia told me that she was teased at school for being the smartest one in class. Now, she comes home with stories about teasing on a pretty regular basis. Upon questioning, most of them turn out to be largely a consequence of her flair for drama. This may have been more of the same, but it game me an opportunity to talk up the 'smart' thing.
This morning I sat her down and told her that I couldn't be prouder of her for being the smartest in class. I said that she doesn't need to show off but if she has brains I want her using them and using them and using them. And if the other kids don't like it, well, that's their problem.
I continued and told her that I often felt like the big ol' smarty pants when I was growing up. You get used to it. And you grow to see the advantages. Now, maybe this is different for girls, though I hope not. I want her to confidently be herself and this is a big time for cementing that.
So go out and be smart, you brainy child!