Her precious kindergarten face looked up at me in surprise, “It’s magic!” she said. At her teacher’s request I had taken her to my room for a bit of one on one teaching to help out with some math readiness.
The situation was this: I had four two inch blocks. I set them out on the table and asked her to count them, which she could do. “One, two, three, four.” Then I moved them together so they were touching each other.
“How many blocks now?” “One,” she said.
“No, sweetie, see there are four. Watch one, two, three, four,” as I separated them.
“How many?” “Four,” she would say.
“Right, now put them together. How many blocks?” “One,” she would answer.
After several times of doing basically the same thing, I put them together. Her little eyes lit up with delight, “It’s magic!” she said.
Not only do we sometimes not learn, but worse, we sometimes come up with the wrong answer. The smiles we must bring to God’s face, as he says, “My ways are not your ways, neither are my thoughts, your thoughts.” Then he tenderly says, “Let’s do it again.” Oh, the love and patience of our Heavenly Teacher.