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[la_rainette]

ANNNNNNND.....

OK, I know this is completely uninteresting to most of you, but my Froglet just mastered counting in intervals of 5 in about, oh, 5 minutes altogether *preens*. ETA and by that I mean that she's grasped the concept entirely. She is playing with it now, counting in other intervals, and just counted flawlessly (albeit slowly) in intervals of three, without using her fingers at all, up to 50. Ahahahahahaha.

She's doing great and I am delighted, lalala. Good thing I am not too shabby in maths, actually, cos I still remember starting "modern maths" (at the time) in grade 6, and how I explained the basic concepts to my elderly but very open-minded and interested dad... And then one day, in a dark corner of his library, I found a small book with a very discreet cover that I guess he had been trying to hide from me all that time.

Its title was "Modern Maths for Parents: A Simple Approach" (yeah, my translation, but it's close enough).

Ah yes. It was one of those moments when I suddenly realized that I was growing up.

One day they too will realize that they know more than I do, and then they will be a little sad and disoriented for a while. It's so good when you can trust someone to know everything there is to know.

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[raesa.livejournal.com]

I am still holding firmly to the belief that my daddy knows everything. My mother is a completely different story...

Yay for Froglet! Crazy maths skills! :)

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*laughs* well, I used to be the same way -- with my dad.

I believe dad will be the Keeper of Knowledge here, too, the Great Illusionist who will know Everything and Beyond for a lot longer than I will, except in German. ;)

[pookerdoos.livejournal.com]

I'm kind of at that "Oh, my parents really don't know everything." stage right now. It's been coming on for awhile now, but this year I've really noticed a serious gap between my knowledge and theirs. It makes me kind of mad, actually. I get so frustrated asking them questions and then receiving an "I don't know" in response--because my mom is just supposed to magically KNOW what the difference between regular biscuits and Southern biscuits are, and my dad is supposed to KNOW what the word protagonist means, because he is and has always been the walking dictionary of my life. It's pretty unsettling, and in my mind it's kind of upsetting the whole hiearchy of the family. I was always the one with the questions, and they had the answers, and suddenly realizing that they don't have all the answers is pretty confusing sometimes. So yeah, it's kinda weird. ^_^() But I know once I get used to it and come into my own as an adult person, that it won't bother me any more. I'll grow out of it. (Which is a relief, because it's very irritating to be irritated. Heh.) I'm really glad things are going well for you and Froglet!

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

You do grow out of it, really, after the initial phase of, uh, if they don't know everything, what DO they know? *g* And I completely understand your frustration -- my dad used to look things up for me, and still I got angry cos hey, he didn't know it right away!

I guess the key to growing up is in some respect to accept that your parents may not know everything, but they still know things that we may not know, and that's good. We can teach them things for a change, but they're not done teaching us nevertheless. That's what life and relationships are about, really: exchanging knowledge, with love and respect.