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Zero Plus One is One!

My grandson loves math. He especially loves when we, the grownups play math games with him and ask him “how much is x plus y?” And then he gets to say the answer, so proudly. No, it’s not algebra yet — -I just used x and y as examples of numbers.

But seriously, I started kvelling the other day when he actually seemed to grasp the concept of zero times zero (zero! – he shouted), or Zero plus 1 million (1 million! he shouted!)

Kids love Zero. Zero is a cute number. It means nothing. It makes them laugh. Hey, a number that is nothing? That’s funny to them. Nothing plus nothing? nothing! Nothing plus one? one!

And then I started to think about it (here we go again, the thinking Bubby!…..). If we can start with nothing, and build up one by one by one…then who knows how far we can go? Step by step. That’s all it takes.

I’m sure there are lots of metaphors to this “zero plus one = one” concept. But right now, that is the one I will sit with.

Zero plus one = One. Then – One plus one more…..hmmmm..and more…

With Hashem’s help, may we go from strength to strength – in good health and happiness — in the coming year…Amein!


First Day of School for Grandma

There used to be those jokes: You know you’re a redneck when….
My feeling today was: I know I’m getting older when….

I had no clue about the start of the school year. Yup. This week was the start of the schools in our neighborhood, and I didn’t even know anything about it until today. For the first time in almost 30 years, I didn’t think about school supplies, admission cards, backpacks, or teachers. For the first time in a long time, I found out in casual conversation that – oh yeah, today was the first day of school.

My daughter-in-law mentioned to me that her son is starting school today. Then, I perked my ears and eyes up and did notice kids walking home from school in uniforms at the end of the day. I guess I needed to pay attention!

So how am I celebrating this newness of the school year this year? I do have to commemorate it – if only for old times sake. I know. I will buy my grandsons who are starting yeshiva a special picture book that was just released this week!

The book, “Moshe Goes To Yeshiva” is about a little boy who starts school (you figured that out, didn’t you?), and his mom is all anxious about how he will fare. The boy is fine and prepared, and all pumped up. But then when the mother pulls away from her child, he clamps up and becomes afraid.

A great book to  read to kids before school starts (or once school starts too…), and prepare the child for the beginning of school. All beginnings are hard, and this book can ease the transition.

Well, that’s my Grandmother perspective and take on  beginnings, newness, and first day of school.

So, I know I’m getting older when the main focus of the first day of school is going out to buy a book for my grandson!

Happy reading for me and for other grandmothers! Much luck in the coming school year for all the children!!


Glow in the Dark

My grandson came over for a barbecue last night with his Mommy and Daddy and little brother.  We were standing outside the house, and I noticed his new shoes peeking out from under the bottom of his pants. I said, “Hey, you have new shoes!”  And he answered, ‘Ya, and they light up? See?”

And then he stomped his right foot a few times on the sidewalk, and I saw some little red light flash.  I said, “Wow! That’s so cool! And what happens at night?”

“They glow in the dark!”

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I’m Not Telling!

A few weeks ago, I took my grandson to visit someone, and the person asked him the typical questions that one asks a 4 year old: Who is your teacher? What is your favorite color? How old are you? etc.

Nothing unusual about the conversation; in fact it was a very charming conversation, one that both child and adult (and those watching) enjoyed.

Until my grandson decided to cut the interview short. His response to one particular question (a question which I don’t remember specifically), was “I’m not telling.”

That was it. Case closed. Dialogue ended. He didn’t want to “tell.” Was it a secret? Maybe, maybe not. But as far as he was concerned, the conversation was over. He wasn’t telling. Okay?

I have  a hard time saying the above words; I tend to be very open and honest. Someone could ask me a question that I find  inappropriate, but before I give myself a chance to process the question as “rude,” “NTB” (not their business), or just plain worthy of not answering, I blurt out something that satisfies them.

And later I regret it. Usually the question is not necessarily a personal one . In fact, it could be a very innocent question, but still one that produces that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, signalling to me to keep quiet, and to change the subject.

And often, I don’t heed that signal.

Recently, I had a more satisfying experience with this issue; an acquaintance asked me a question regarding one of my  children. The truth was I didn’t even know the answer. All of my children are adults and make their own decisions about certain matters.  I tried telling the person that I don’t know the answer. But the person would not relent. I tried changing the subject. Didn’t work.

And then it hit me to say the following:

“Hey, good question – why don’t you ask him?” (referring to my son).

That worked. My questioner backed off. (Whew). She wasn’t interested in calling my son up and getting her answer. She just wanted to discuss it with me. And I was not interested in going there.

I guess I’m getting better at following the lessons of my grandson – I am learning to convey in one way or another that although I may be an open person to some extent, there is a limit (I hope!)

Whether I use what I heard termed as “non-talk” (basically information that doesn’t really answer the question, but is nevertheless polite), or whether I use simply the phrase, “Hey, I’m not comfortable talking about that,” discretion is always a good thing.

Just because I am part of what is called the “sandwich generation” – does not mean I have to be privy to every detail of the people around me. Thankfully, I am (usually!) aware of that.

I guess there is nothing more to say on this post. Shhhhhhh.


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