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What would I wish to do that I’m not already doing or have time for?
Well, what I realized after having babies, when my written words were lost to the wind, was that I always would need some kind of creative outlet; even weaving, an entirely odd outlet for me, as I never have been any kind of crafty person. I can’t knit a scarf straight, and a crochetted baby blanket wound up a lop-sided triangle.
But what I did learn from that writer-turned-weaver experience was that I am indeed a creature whose survival depends on creative outlets. (Otherwise, I might have eaten my children alive, especially after their own creative outlets of making “poison forests” of whole packs of straws taped to the coffee table, or taking down all one-hundred plus books from my shelves to play “library.”)
I actually think I’d wish to be a mathematician. Rather, have the thinking kind of brain for something less creative, more orderly. Maybe then I’d be a more contented person if I was content with the predictable of one plus one equaling two. I find some solace in the simplicity of my second grader’s math homework, and the fact that I can actually still help since it IS only addition and subtraction. And it all makes perfect sense!
Math problems are what they are, and for the most part can be solved. Unlike other problems in my life, like how my mother’s new pill prescription could wind up in the garbage so I get to peel through rotten bananas and chicken carcasses. Or my son breaking down into sobs not understanding why he can’t stay a kid forever.
Math is not weaving or writing. Its complexity arises out of order. Not chaos – illegible hand-written notes, or warps and wefts that can become, if not ensnarled as knitting or crocheting, messed up enough to be ripped out. Though I do dread the day my son may need help with algebra….
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