Is this how a pageant mom feels? While the child loves to win, they hate to do the work. Laurel is incredibly happy when she has a good class but when it's Sunday morning and time to leave, she does not want to go...to math class.
Laurel would have to have pneumonia to get out of class. Every Sunday, Ching takes her. (Except for that one time when I took her but it was too traumatic for me to go back. To this day, the math anxiety still haunts me and makes me pit down to my socks.) Laurel has only gotten out of class once on her own and that's because she played Nana like a fiddle. I don't know what made me more mad, the manipulation of a retiree or she thought she was going to be away with it. She can whine all she wants to but she is going...she is always going.
Laurel is good at math and this class strengthens that skill. But there is a tiny part of me that feels bad. But then I tell myself to shut the hell up. If she was good at tennis or golf, and we got her to practice and practice to improve that skill, would we beat ourselves up? No, having Laurel practice something active is more acceptable than her doing her weekly math packet. Christ, it sounds like she is part of a think tank.
I make not have a picture of a winning backhand to post on Facebook but maybe I could post a awesomely solved equation?
I hope she knows that the work now may help her in school later. Perhaps she won't have to spend countless hours after school getting help with her homework when it's Algebra II time. Maybe she won't have to depend on partial credit to get a better grade and resort to praying during math finals. Laurel may become a young woman who is both skilled and math and verbal. (I know that verbal is an assumption but I am pretty sure even at 7 that she is going to be able to express herself very well.)
So math will continue for Laurel Wang. She isn't going to like it but perhaps one day she will appreciate it. It's not that bad...if she wanted to do pageants, we would be all in on that too...flaming batons and all.
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