Math has always come easily to him. Even from the beginning stages, when we counted wooden blocks on the living room floor, the numbers just came to him.
“How many blocks are there?” I asked him, pointing to the scattered row of blocks. I expected him to count them. He was only three or four years old.
“Six,” he answered promptly.
“Yes…but how did you know that?” I asked hesitantly. He had not taken the time necessary to have counted them.
“Three and three are six,” he replied.
And on it went. The math came easily, and he quickly became the “numbers guy” in our family. He had to work hard at creative writing. That one did not come easily. But numbers were his fall-back.
Until 5th grade. The math itself is not difficult for him. It’s the process that is difficult for him. The curriculum wants the students to solve the problems using a particular method and then explain that method. That’s not the way his brain works. He can’t explain it the way the workbook asks. He dreads math homework.
The report card comes home. His grades are good, but he is disappointed. The lowest grade is math. He doesn’t understand why his grade in math is lower than his other grades. He works hard, he knows the material. It must have been that one test, that one section where the explanations didn’t come.
I begin to think about what kind of encouragement to give him. I don’t put pressure on grades, and I know he’s not worried about my approval. I want to validate what he’s feeling and help him to keep going, to keep working hard. But I don’t want that to be the only thing I say about this situation. There’s more that could be said.
I think about him being the numbers guy. I think about how sweetly content he had been latching onto that title. He might not be verbal like his sister, but he could do numbers like a boss. I think I need to speak to his heart.
“Hey buddy,” I tell him later in the kitchen. “I’ve been thinking about your math grade. I know how disappointing that is to have that as your lowest grade.” He nods.
“I’ve been thinking about how sometimes we can take one of our strengths and make it an identity for ourselves. We can become the numbers guy and then we don’t see more of who God created us to be. We claim an identity for ourselves that we like, that makes us feel good and feel strong. I think it can be a mercy from God to remind us that we don’t need to find our identity, the core of who we are, in these other things. “
I tell him that it is a mercy from God to remember that you are not defined by your strengths nor are you valuable because you are the “fill-in-the-blank” guy. I remind him that he is a child of God and that is the core of who he is. God made him good at math, but that’s not all he created him for.
This conversation is a reminder to me to speak words of life to my kids. Not just words of encouragement about their strengths, but also words about who they are at their core. I want to remember to ask them questions about who they want to become – not their vocation but what kind of person they want to be.
I don’t think that the wisdom I shared this afternoon in the kitchen settled the question of identity for my ten-year-old. I fully expect to revisit this topic of identity in the future. It’s one we all struggle with at some point. He and I started the conversation that I hope to continue during his life. We started the conversation that God sees you, all of you, and knows exactly who you are. And who He says you are is better than any identity you can create for yourself.
(First Published at Her View From Home)
Sarah Seefeldt 