I Couldn't Help



Daddy's Not Here

Last night
I couldn't help you with your math
Tell your teacher you don't understand, I explain.
So stupid
She will think I'm stupid.
No.
I'm the one.
She will only know that I am stupid.
Daddy's not here.

Comments

Lumina said…
Don't feel bad. It was the "family joke" in our house. My son hit about 6th grade and we could barely help him with his homework. He was in private school and was so ahead of where we were in that grade, and basically learned things we never did.

The bigger joke was the night Dad helped with homework, VERY grouchily as if my SON was not understanding and doing it wrong...and our son came home saying something like, "Yeah I got a D on the homework Dad kept telling me "I" was doing wrong."

I'd say, you and your fam are "normal." They are way ahead of us. That's ok, because then they start teaching us. It's really wonderful once we get over the "But "I" am supposed to be smarter than/teaching you!" :)
Friday, September 26, 2008
robin said…
Been there... words just makes so much more sense than numbers.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Mike Golch said…
that is why that in a way I'm greatful that I could not have childern.I'd really look stupid in their eyes.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sunny said…
Don't feel bad. Every parent goes through this.....I've even seen the future teachers of math have trouble sometimes.....

Here's a website that might help in the future.

http://www.webmath.com/

Math is one of those things we don't remember because many of the concepts we learn are not necessary for general daily life. It's not a big deal.....kids are learning things so much faster (and EARLIER!) than we did. My son is in Algebra and he's only in 8th grade. It's crazy.
Monday, September 29, 2008
NathanKP said…
Sometimes it isn't worth it to worry too much about what other people will think about you.

All of us readers know that you are an excellent wordsmith, and personally I like words more than numbers myself.

NathanKP - Imagination Manifesto
Monday, September 29, 2008
Anonymous said…
Let's watch the debate together on Thursday.

Palin vs. Biden:

Old Man in Florida
Monday, September 29, 2008
Angela said…
Sunny~Thanks for the website. I will check it out!

Robin~ I agree. Numbers just don't make much sense to me. Oh well, thank goodness that the words seem to!

Lumina~ You are so right. We learn so much more from our children than we can ever teach them!

Old Man in Florida~ It's a date:)
Monday, September 29, 2008
Angela said…
NathanKP~ Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate your kindness:)
Monday, September 29, 2008
Jamie Sue said…
Hugs.

That was a great poem, btw.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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