Queen No More
My 7-year-old daughter came home today, excited and enthralled.
"Mom, do you want to hear my best ?"
"Yes, sweetie. Best of what?"
"My best part of my day. I learned to carry!!!!!! "
"Carry what?" I say with silly grin.
"No. math. I loooove math. I learned to carry the tens."
Where did this girl come from? I love that she loves math, especially because I HATED and STRUGGLED with that dreaded subject. I am so happy she's happy, but a new dread is forming. What happens when, as it is very likely, she surpasses my knowledge and capacity for her beloved subject. Is she going to think less of me? I will no longer be Queen Mommy of the universal fountain of knowledge. I still remember clearly when I figured out my parents didn't know everything. Will I no longer rock her world?! (sniffle)
I can help her write like the dickens. Not that you can tell from this blog, but I really am a bit of a better writer when there's a grade involved. When motivated, I even got a 5 on the AP English Comp & Lit test. With this blog, you only get my distracted, slightly interested effort.
On the same vein, I would definitely be a resource when it comes to history and government. I could help her with French and Spanish. But math, we'll let's just say math used to be my enemy. Now, it's more antagonism and distaste. Arithmetic and I are cool, but anything requiring logic or with phrases like Sally had 10 sweaty goat balls; how many.... or two trains leave Humptulips, WA.... and I'm lost like a guppy in the sand! Glob, glob, glob, gasp, wheeze....(silence) Calling Tokyo?
"Mom, do you want to hear my best ?"
"Yes, sweetie. Best of what?"
"My best part of my day. I learned to carry!!!!!! "
"Carry what?" I say with silly grin.
"No. math. I loooove math. I learned to carry the tens."
Where did this girl come from? I love that she loves math, especially because I HATED and STRUGGLED with that dreaded subject. I am so happy she's happy, but a new dread is forming. What happens when, as it is very likely, she surpasses my knowledge and capacity for her beloved subject. Is she going to think less of me? I will no longer be Queen Mommy of the universal fountain of knowledge. I still remember clearly when I figured out my parents didn't know everything. Will I no longer rock her world?! (sniffle)
I can help her write like the dickens. Not that you can tell from this blog, but I really am a bit of a better writer when there's a grade involved. When motivated, I even got a 5 on the AP English Comp & Lit test. With this blog, you only get my distracted, slightly interested effort.
On the same vein, I would definitely be a resource when it comes to history and government. I could help her with French and Spanish. But math, we'll let's just say math used to be my enemy. Now, it's more antagonism and distaste. Arithmetic and I are cool, but anything requiring logic or with phrases like Sally had 10 sweaty goat balls; how many.... or two trains leave Humptulips, WA.... and I'm lost like a guppy in the sand! Glob, glob, glob, gasp, wheeze....(silence) Calling Tokyo?
1 Witty Comments For Me:
You are still my queen! See the photo that proves it!
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