A little pressure

I've always hated math, and ever since my son was born, I've dreaded the day I'd have to explain it to him. Even the simplest math concepts are three times harder for me to understand than for the average person. Basically, I've had to relearn so many things I'd forgotten, and it brings back terrible traumas. My husband has helped me a lot, since he's better at math than I am, but it's still not easy, especially on days like today when he couldn't do math homework with my son because of work.

And my son also inherited my somewhat unreceptive mind for mathematics, as it has been quite difficult for him to understand even simple things. Although sometimes I feel that more than not understanding, it's that he lacks a little more self-confidence. Sometimes he knows the answer but is hesitant to say it, thinking it's the wrong answer. I would understand that behavior from a child who is punished for not knowing something, but it's the opposite; we always correct him in the best way when he makes a mistake and applaud him a lot when he gets it right.

Today I had a terrible migraine because of homework and other things that happened at school, but I still fought really hard to stay sane and explain things to him as best I could, haha. I'm worried about the future when he's older and I have to help him with complex equations. I think at that point I'll have to seek professional help because, honestly, my brain just won't be able to handle that much, hahaha.

And yes, while my son was doing his math homework, I was painting mandalas to calm down because otherwise I was going to die of stress.