ADDING MY SON'S WAY!!!

 I am in  great  spirits today listening to the beautiful country songs by Don Williams…it goes, I am a rake and rambling guy….me too feel the same every morning, until things are back in place after the  threesome have left.

                    Yesterday was another learning day and as usual the gurus happen to be my children. Knowledge     doesn’t come easy, you have to go through a gruesome, tight rope walk with an all defying deep valley, under your nose breathing heavy. If the metaphor used seems unfamiliar, here is the glorified explanation.

Time 7:00(p.m).Its homework session. The most difficult part of the day, as it’s no way enticing for the little devils to sit for an hour or so, glued in one place. The restless souls under my unwavering attention, have to go through this tedious process. A real tussle time- every day.

                           Well in these sessions many a time I control myself not to loose my cool on the withered handwriting's, stay calm while reiterating the same spelling the n-th time and most of all maths homework’s gives me a feeling of insomnia. The father dove keeps on assuring me “everything will fall in place”.

So what happened was:      

                                                                          

Son Dove:       “Today Maa’m asked us to practice addition”

Mother:            “u knows it’s so simple…you need to be a little sharing to understand this concept”

S.D:                    “Ever since my sister has come I am so giving “        

     

Mother:             Fine, here you have two chocolates, olive has got three and she gives two more to               

                          you, now count how many you have?

S.D:                    Amazing!!! I have four and am loving addition.

Mother:           Fine, now assume you have one glass of milk and I am giving you two more, so how

                          many you have now?

SD:                  Unfair…..I don’t want to add bad things in my addition, count only good things

.

                       (  Well his undeterred repulsion for milk is revealed  here  )

 

         Though this boy didn’t know the depth of the great sentence he blabbered, it made me think .How sweetly said, the perception of things, what to count and what not to count discovered was amazing. I thanked him in my mind and carried on to the next level of the session.

                  Unfortunately we adults possibly miss the big picture, Happiness in counting good things. We are basically unhappy because of our fantalisms.Like this boy said, if am adding, my neighbour’s chirpy nature than how much of a smug she is, my friend X, her witty nature than her petulance when multitasking, my friend Y, who’s a great cook & entertainer than her paranoism to share the recipe, Z who’s there when you need her than her pessimism, One feels more happy and contentful in the atmosphere this way.

 

  So let me start my good share of counting today itself. Go on life, teach me a new lesson tomorrow, as there’s no big teacher than life’s experiences. I am loving this mathematics of counting.

Sam's happy counting!