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| By Janet L. Boyd |
My granddaughter, Stella
Rose, is a better conversationalist than just about any adult I know. Our
discussions range from pop music to yoga to whether boogers would taste salty
or sweet. At age 7, she considers herself an expert on many things: the value
of pink cowgirl boots, the poems of Roald Dahl, Double Gloucester cheese,
building fairy houses at Hogan’s Fountain, music by Loretta Lynn and Nancy
Sinatra, purses, the movie Annie, and how to steer Canterbury the horse
around a barn cat instead of running right over it. She can talk a blue
streak about any of these topics.
Here’s another
thing Stella Rose is an expert at – math! During a recent overnight visit with
me, she spent the last few minutes before falling asleep figuring the 12 times
table in her head. She can add a column of figures faster than I can. She
excels at division in first grade. All on her own, she figured out that the sum
of the first two digits of her dad’s phone number equals digits three and four,
and the sum of digits five and six equals digit seven.

But, sadly, by
the time Stella Rose goes to middle school, she may stop believing in herself
as an expert in math.