So when I married my half Korean half Irish
husband I was sure of one thing…our kids would be good at math! I was never
shall we say gifted in the world of academia. I don’t think I even owned a book bad all through high school.
I would write my papers in pencil the day they were due and make up an excuse
that the dog ate my typewriter. Or better yet I’d pay my friends in college to
type of my papers, a dollar a page. I think I was brilliant before my time.
My little
Lucy is now in pre-kindergarten and came bouncing home thrilled out of her
mind. “Mommy I get to do homework! I get to do my own homework and I want to
start right now!” I‘ve never heard those words before and to think they were
being spoken in my very own house. I must be the mother of the year. I always
knew she was gifted.
So we picked out a special chair and she began to do her
work. Here’s a slight issue. The teacher told her what to do and not the
parents so the over achieving type A’s like me couldn’t help her or do it for
her. She drew her smiley faces in all the right places and ran around the house
with the proudest smile I’ve ever seen. She showed Daddy and everyone she came
into contact with her homework. I was beaming with joy.
The next day she came
back home exclaiming” Mommy, I get to do more homework! I want to start now!”
Well it’s not a dream, she actually likes it. Her smiley faces are pure
perfection. We’ve already contacted Harvard and Yale for their early
admissions. I think we’re onto something here. Maybe it’s the Asian genes or maybe
it’s the fact that her teachers are making homework sound as much fun as eating
a fudgecicle. I don’t care! My kid’s going to HARVARD!
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