Kicking It Old School

There was a season when 3 of my children were losing their teeth at the same time. I use to say (Insert Jewish accent here) "What , am I raising sharks or something!" Nowadays I have 2 sons who require help with Math. One at a University level, the other high school. To put in bluntly I suck at Math, so good old dad has been commandeered for this task.  Son #2 is being very pleasant and even though dad is near cerebral hemorrhage things are going well. On the other hand son #3 is not speaking to good old dad. It's the dynamics of things. Stubborn + Stubborn = Disaster.. (And I didn't think I knew Math? ) :) So right about now I hate Math. Well, at least I hate the strife that comes with Math.  Being the mediator puts me in this most difficult position. When does it end? Daughter #5 does not bring work home. This is such a blessing. Except that she is more a social butterfly than a book worm.. That's another story.  Maybe life is all  just a big school anyway with God as principal. Discreet Math and Algebra may just be catalysts in getting families together to try and iron out  little quirks and ineptitude's. I use to think that we were such a quirky bunch. I was right, but the only normal I know is a setting on the dryer. I'm having this huge revelation that I should embrace these hard times and look instead at the potential for growth. I look for that moment when son and father claim forgiveness and give up selfish wills. How like our great and wise Principal. He uses the trials of this life and turns them into something beautiful. If only we could be more forgiving and more loving. I have to say that I didn't know where this blog was going, but it really spoke to me today. I began with a rant and came away with understanding..  Adieu.. and farewell until we meet again...