Today I was thinking back to when my eldest daughter (now nine) was just a few months old. She would lay under her activity gym, batting away at the brightly colored bugs dangling above her. It didn’t take her long to learn how to reach up to the toys, and each time her fists made contact with the toys, she’d squeal in delight – it never got old for her. “Mr. Bug Man” was her favorite and he was the first to gain her attention with his shiny, mirrored covered stomach. Miss Butterfly came next when my husband displayed the fascinating feature of her “crumble crumble” wings that soon crinkled under her tiny hands. But it was the flower that took the longest, because it hung just out of her reach, smiling down at her and inviting exploration. She would try single-mindedly to grab that flower, and some days she would look at her hands, as if to say, “Okay guys, this is the plan…” When she finally made contact with the elusive toy, sounds of joy could be heard throughout the house. Her legs kicked out her tune of elation, and she looked up at me with such pride in her accomplishments. “Mom, can you believe it, I finally got him!” her brightly shining eyes conveyed to me.
She came to me today, proudly declaring she earned an “A” on her Math test. “Mom, can you believe it,” she cried. She has spent this past semester struggling with Math. The fractions, the multiplication, division and rules, rules, rules were so frustrating to her (and me…as I struggled to explain the concepts to her). We spent many afternoons battling her frustration and anger.
The amazing part to this whole tale is that “school” ended for her last month. She continues to go on the computer for review work, but she has been revisiting her lessons and tests to try to earn a better grade, especially in fractions…her weak spot. Mr. Bug Man memories assailed me. I should have known she would be as determined and diligent as when she struggled so resolutely for that elusive flower.