There comes a time in every parent's life that they dread.
But it comes.
Whether you want it to or not, it arrives. And usually sooner than you'd ever imagine.
For years you are able to perform your parental duties and sit down with your kids at the dining room table, helping them complete their math homework. You answer their questions on addition and subtraction... even problems involving those confusing "fractions" are solved. You delve deep into distant memories of your own lessons from decades past, with a slight twinge that those same basic functions brought you, but you can teach, you can help.
Then it happens.
Oh, you can fake it for awhile, but soon it becomes painfully clear.
They have surpassed you. Way past.
They pull out their thick Grade 11 texts and point to problems that resemble some alien language... you are completely lost.
And you have to swallow your pride and admit it.
Pre-cal Polynomal Graphing?
Linear Trigonometric Equations????
You have no idea what they are talking about.
Back in the 70's when I was in high school, I was no math wizard (not by a long shot), but I passed the highest levels. Not without a LOT of work and a LOT of whining, though.
Exactly the same whining my own child expouses now when she gets stuck and frustrated:
"Why do we even have to learn this? We'll NEVER use it in real life!"
And I have to keep my mouth shut, or I'd let The Secret out.
The Secret every adult comes to learn, only too late.
No you won't.
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