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!
Ever make those promises to yourself to refrain from doing this or that for JUST one day? Well, today is the day I’m going to do that. Today is the day that I”m going to make a short list of things that I’m trying to do. Hey, I do that all the time – I make those “to-do” lists or those “to- not-do” lists….but today is the day I am posting this idea on my blog. And because of said posting, today is the day that I’m really really going to follow those lists. Right?
Yes, I’m convinced, confident and assured of myself today. (Hopefully this will last. But hey, we take what we get- one day at a time). Continue reading
This week, I switched the screen-saver on my phone.
The new picture is one of my grandson at the park pulling himself with his little hands across a horizontal ladder atop a swing set. You know the kind of playground equipment that the kid stretches upward and grips the first rung with one hand, while his little pre-school body dangles beneath the structure? Then, he edges his body forward, placing his other hand on the second rung, before leaving go of the first rung. He quickly transfers that fist from the first rung to go around the third rung. This continues rung by rung (with all of us observing, holding our breaths) while his mouth contorts in concentration, his eyes squint in the sun, his face drips perspiration, his fists hold on for dear life, and his cheeks grow steadily redder. Continue reading