When my son asks a math related question like, “How much longer until we get there?” or “How many baseball cards are in the whole box?” I do the good teacher-mom thing and come right back at him with the same question: “I don’t know, how could we figure it out?” Despite his proclivity for math, the predictable groan, eye-roll, “just tell me!” sequence inevitably follows. These are often problems I know he could solve quickly, with little effort (like, why is he even asking in the first place), and I know he genuinely wants the answer. Yet, he resists doing the math.
And then there are moments like this summer morning when my son is idly lounging on the couch watching TV:
Dad: “I hear they have a lot of golf gear at Costco. But, we aren’t members any more, right?”
Mom: “Right, but it’s only $60 for a membership. It might be worth it to join again.”
Dad: “That’s alright. I can shop somewhere else.”
Voice from the couch: “It’s only 16 cents a day, Dad.”
Mom: [pauses to do the math] “Uh, yeah, just 16 cents a day. Seems reasonable.”
I resist the urge (and it’s a strong one) to ask how he decided it was 16 cents a day. Did he think about 60 x 100, and then divide by 365? Did he divide $60 by 12 first? I don’t probe, I just notice. And move on.
I wouldn’t have considered prompting my son to solve this problem. In fact, I had barely noticed there was a math problem involved. The choice to take-up this problem belonged to him, so there was no resistance. While I don’t imagine I will stop sharing problems I find relevant or interesting, nor will I start readily providing answers for questions I know my son can answer himself, I am trying to be mindful of following his lead. Letting kids choose their own moments to math seems important. Especially in the summer.