Math and I have never been friends. Funny, really. My brother and sister were whizzes when it came to all things numbers. And I then married an engineer. With two brothers who are also engineers. And a sister who has her Masters in Mathematics. And here I stand, fairly deficient in my understanding of anything past Algebra. And even that might be stretching it.
My poor high school math teacher, whether in Algebra, Geometry or Calculus, he oft had to deal with me asking, “When am I ever going to need to know how to (insert really cool math stuff here)?”. And he would just smile and shake his head. And I know now. It’s because he knew. He knew that someday, I would have children and be all adult and that Math stuff he was teaching me, would likely serve a purpose. Though I still have no clue of exactly what Calculus accomplished in my life {though I have a feeling some of my much more astute friends would have skads of examples of how they use Calc in parenting} I am now willing to admit that some form of Math may be useful, at times.
And this week, our Mathematics skill we are mastering at the Brehm house is if-then statements {or stories}. If you aren’t using Math everyday {like those teachers swore you would} I’m sure you still remember learning something like, If the light switch is up, then the light is on.
Or in our case: If mom gets stitches on Sunday, then she will get rear-ended on Wednesday.
And to add further complexity to this equation: If mom gets stitches on Sunday, then she will get rear-ended on Wednesday. And THEN her four year old will barf at the dinner table on Thursday.
Looking at these problems, it would appear our days are numbered.
But never fear.
Because: If you have kids then you know it ebbs and flows.
Some weeks are good. Some weeks are doozies. And some weeks, you’re just grateful you never have to take another Math test. Ever.
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