Surrender to you

Kingston Valintine "Mason, Carson, it's time to go." I smile at my beautiful boys as they rush into the room. They look so cute in their school uniforms. They were big for three years old but then again they'll be turning four in four months and eight days and I could already tell they were going to be tall. "Okay boys it's you're the first day of school, are you excited?" "Yes Mama!", came their identical excited squeals. At three years old my babies were already in school and not just any school. They were going to the Redwick academy for the gifted, and gifted they were. Both boys were up and walking and talking by the time they were fifteen months and by two could put full sentences together and were poddy train. The owner of the daycare they use to go to is a retired teacher and took notice of how fast the boys were catching on to things. Six months after they started going to the daycare she started giving them homework. I mean whoever heard of a daycare given homework. The boys loved it though. I was surprised at how much they knew when I tried to help them and they would respond with a "we know Mama". I was so proud of them. Mrs. Petersburg, the owner of the daycare had called me into her office one day when I went to pick the boys up and had asked if she could have the boys IQ tested. She explained that she thought the boys were some form of geniuses. She was baffled at how at just two they were they learning and picking things up so fast. I had told her NO!. No one was going poke and probe my babies they were children and they were going to stay that way. Apparently, I had not made myself clear enough to her because two months later I went to pick them up and they were in Mrs. Petersburg office on the computer surrounded by people in fancy suits. When I had inquiry what was going on I was informed that the two men and two women were from the Redwick academy for gifted children had come at Mrs. Petersburg request to observe the boys. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had proceeded to tell Mrs. Petersburg and her observers very colorfully what I thought of their observation of my children without my permission and when I was done their faces were pale with shock and everyone in the building was staring but I didn't give a f**k. Mason and Carson were my children and I know what's best for them. That old hag had no right. I already knew about the boys, they didn't get it from me they got it from there Dad but unlike their dad, no one was going to exploit them. Over my dead body. I had taken the boys home and found them a different daycare right away. Two weeks later though I had received a lager White envelop with the schools named on the front in the mail. I didn't know who they were at the time but I opened the envelope and pulled out a whole stack of papers out. The first one off the top was a letter addressed to me and was actually a letter of apology from some guy named Maxwell Jones. He had exampled that he was the principal of the school and had apologized for the incident at the daycare, stating that they were not perverts and were under the impression from Mrs. Petersburg that I was aware that members of the school's admissions board were coming to seeing the boys. That was all I needed to know before I stop reading, stuff the papers back in the envelope and threw them in the trash. That was June last year. "okay my babies, grabbed your bags and we can leave." Mason scrawled and crosses his tiny harm's across his chest. Here we go. "Mama we're not babies, we're big boys now. We go to schools." God help me, he and his smart mouth always had something to say. "Of course you are Mason how could I forget." "Hold your brother's hand and let's go, don't want to be late on your first day." It took us an hour's drive to their school from where we lived in upstate Brooklyn, passing the restaurant where I work as the assistant manager on the way. I thought back to how the boys came to be going to the school. After the incident with Mrs. Petersburg I had found a new daycare for the boys, it was not working out so well. They would come home complaining the daycare was boring and they had nothing do and wanted to go back to Mrs. Petersburg. That was not going to happen so I did the next best thing I could think of to satisfy their thrust for knowledge. I took them to the library and got them books from the first to the fifth-grade section. By then the boys had turned three and they were memorizing whole books and would read to me instead of the other way around. As time pass I got super worried about how fast they were learning. Their father had told me the horrible things he was made to do by his parents, especially his dad because he was a so-called genius and the exploit he suffered over the years, I did not want that for my children. Over the Summer I had gotten another letter from the schools. I was going to throw it out but my curiosity got the better of me. For one it was a normal sized envelop this time and light as a feather, also it had been a full year what could they have wanted now. I had sat on the couch in my living room and opened the envelope, pulled out the later that was again addressed to me by Mr. Jones... Redwick academy for the gifted 102-107 Redwick avenue Stead well Brooklyn New York 29005 Dear: Ms Kingston Valentine I would like to take this time to advise you that you have two weeks remaining to have Mason and Carson register for the new schools year starting September 5th. You also need to turn in the medical and Scholarship forms that you received in the package last year. We look forward to having Carson and Mason with us at Redwick academy. If you have any question you can contact the school. Have a good day. Maxwell Jones. I had been in equally shock and anger. Since I had thrown out all the papers that they sent my last year, I had to look them up on the internet. I had gotten a number for the school and call. Since the only person I know from the school was the principal and only because he had written to me twice I requested to speak to him After the woman that answered the phone didn't know what I was talking about. After a short conversation with Mr. Jones over the phone that day I was invited to visit the school and see what it was all about. I really didn't want to but he insisted that it would help me better understand so two days later I brought the boys with me to see the place. I spent the entire day there that day, mostly because the boy didn't want to leave. The principal had taken us on a tour of the school which goes up to high schools level. As we walked the Hall's he had apologized again for what had happened at Mrs. Petersburg daycare a year earlier, then went on to explain that the four persons there were form the school admissions board and they were impressed with the twins so they had been accepted to the school. He said that Mrs. Petersburg had explained to them that I would never be able to afford the school so the boys had both been given on Scholarship to cover to tuition and books for as long as they went to the school. He showed me were the boys class would be and the things they would be learning and I was quite taken with it all. That night when I was putting the boys to bed they were still talking about how cool everything "at the place was". I had asked them if they wanted to go to schools there and they had pleaded and begged to go so here we are. ---- Pulling into the schools parking lot there's a line of car, I found a space near the front and park. Once I was Parked I got out and went to the back to get the boys out of there seats. They were so into there leapfrog handheld games that they didn't even realize we were at the school. They were so focused for their age. I try to make sure that their lives are as normal as possible, I don't care how smart they were, they were still kids and that meant birthday parties, sleep over's and play date at the park and toy for kids their age. Right now Mason was into cars and superhero's while Carson is into animals and anything he could take apart. "Okay guys time to put the games away we're here." There head snapped up and I had to cover my ears as they started squealing. Laughing at there excitement and there struggling to get out of the there car seat I reach over and unbuckle Mason first then Carson. They put the games away and started reaching from me to take them out of the car. "Okay am going to take you guys out and you are going to stand where I put you until mama get her bag and lock up the car alright." "No running off." "Yes, Mama." I gave them the eye for good measure so they knew I was serious. I took Carson out first, place him on the ground to stand then Mason. They stayed put even though they were practically hyperventilating and bounding out of their shoes with excitement. Closing the back door I grabbed my pursue and their bag packs from the passenger seat in the front then Lock up the car. They wanted to Carry there own bag pack so I let them, Taking one tiny hand in each one of mine we walk across the lot to my babies first day of school.