Life has been casually trotting along, benignly worrying about slugs, the weather and too much yellow food in the children's diets, when suddenly yesterday I was hit with a huge problem.... A does not understand maths AT ALL. It hadn't occurred to me that she could be struggling, she certainly never mentioned it, the teachers haven't picked it up and before you know it it has become an issue - which I have to solve. Immediately I thought about drilling her, getting a tutor (remember she is 6), downloading every app available, long searches on the internet, buying books from Amazon and making her do it every day. I panicked. Hating maths now will only cause problems in the future, she has to enjoy it, see it as a game, a problem to be solved and something that can be fun.
The biggest problem with me teaching A is that I will only confuse her. It is important that I teach her in the same way as they do in school, apparently vertical or column adding is just not done any more. So having found out the best way to explain, this may mean a trip to the school - oh God, pushy mum alert - and then incorporating maths in her every day life. The maths fairy came last night and left her a few little sums, very kind of her, and we are planning to count snails, subtract the amount of plants gone from the allotment, she will learn about money, the time, how many vegetables are left on her plate and what this would add up to weekly. You get the picture. Not a work sheet in sight.
I know we will get there. It just makes me wonder once again if school is the most effective method of learning. Probably not.