A seven months old Khalish and his favourite
I could be excellent at Sudoku, but the excellence is due to practice, practice, practice. Nothing natural about me and mathematics. Fresh in my memory is Mr. Wong's dismay at my inability to solve a supposedly simple Modern Mathematics problem when Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) was only a month away. I managed to score A for the subject in SPM, to Mr. Wong's relief, but such grade came with herculean efforts.
Last Friday, at a bookshop, I was recalling the titles of books Khalish had at home in order to choose another title. There and then, it hit me that most of the subjects were of numbers. Subconsciously, I actually expected that my child would not be as anxious as I was with mathematics.
He is not, so far. He now counts until 20, and, he recognises the numbers accordingly. Easily.
At the bookshop, upon realising the exertion I had subtly put on my son, I commenced a search for fun methods to nurture the mathematical skills in him. The beat and tempo in music and their interplay with mathematics is a familiar method. One finding that amazed me was the potential of mathematics wizard in a sophisticated storyteller. I have The Math Gene: How Mathematical Thinking Evolved and Why Numbers are Like Gossip by Keith Devlin in my to-read list. The book has indeed evolved into more researches on the "deep connection between mathematical ability and narrative skills".
A thought crossed my mind. Had the older generation let the younger me continue talking about my imagination, I would have scored A in Additional Mathematics, too. Heh