I was helping my son with third grade math homework yesterday and one of the questions on it was “Which one is heavier, one pound of feathers or one pound of books?” This is when my grey cells normally kick into gear. Well, in this case they didn’t because I went with “Of course, it’s the books”. My son pauses for a second, then says “Actually mom, this is a trick question. They would both be the same. ‘Cause they are both one pound, there’d just be more feathers than books”. Of course not in those same words but in his third grade lingo with lot of ‘but’s’ and ‘um’s’ weaved in. When he said that though, I think I had a minor epiphany. A revelation of sorts. My son is really good at math, but the bit he’s not good with is explaining the reasoning behind his answer, which I am good at. In other words, he is good with numbers and I am good with words. We are all smart at some things and dumb at some. Maybe the essence of life is to work on the dumb things, and try to get better at those. If we can do them a little better than we do today, the smart side of us will take care of the rest. Maybe that is what growing as a human is all about. Agree?