Biting my lip, wiping the sweat from brow and temples . . . you’d think I was describing the feeling of waiting for a jury verdict. I’m not. I was staring at my daughter’s math homework. Fraction multiplication, addition, subtraction and division . . . I’m sweating just thinking about it now … she turned to me to ask for my help and I stared at the page hoping that I’d somehow remember how to complete the problems. It got me thinking. Soon she won’t turn to me for answers or I won’t necessarily have them. At least not as readily and handily as I’d like. Those days are around the corner . . . I hope not rounding the corner as fast as they seem but, sure enough they’re coming.
I learned something from her math homework . . . about life, her, me, time (and a little bit about fractions too).