Walking by my daughter’s room, I answer a math question, which delights me immensely. I can do math. More accurately, I did a lot of math in high school, some in college. This particular problem isn’t even all that challenging. But high school math class is somehow buried deep, deep, in my mind, and possibly no longer even accessible.
And yet, like so much else, I feel obligated as a parent to just know this stuff. I grew up in a household where, no matter what the homework, my physicist father could answer my questions — although he always made my siblings and I sharpen a pencil and show your work, legibly.
I know I can do plenty of things as a mother, or at least competently enough — including keeping a solid roof over our heads — but still, there’s that glimmer of pleasure as I walk by with my arms full of laundry: can cook dinner and do geometry, too — at least for one evening.
The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Stony Soil Vermont 
Love the photo! (And, this blog made me smile.)
Happy snow day just south of me 🙂
Mothers can always solve the theorems of life. Nice post and Cummings quote. GT
I appreciate the vote of confidence in motherhood. 🙂
I love that. You ARE very capable.
I really did love that bit of capableness! And thank you!
You have a lot of super powers. One is math. The other is selection of outstanding poetry excerpts! e.e., you said it.
Lovely to read.
Thank you!
I stopped being able to do that when Molly was in 3rd grade- Brava you!
In full disclosure, it was a REALLY easy question!