No, I don’t know when you’ll use quadratic equations in real life, but I know you’ll use them in college.
Yes, I had to look up what a dangling participle was before I taught you how to identify one yesterday.
No, I don’t think you’ll become an artist. That’s pretty obvious by looking at your watercolor painting. But all those art lessons will help you understand how difficult it is to create beauty and maybe, just maybe, you’ll appreciate the talents of others.
Yes, I think you should know where the country of Azerbaijan is, what if you need to go there someday?
No, I don’t believe that you will perform with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, but when you play, no matter how rough it is, it is still the most beautiful sound in the world.
Yes, you have to learn cursive. Because I said so.
No, I don’t think you will major in music history, but Mozart wrote over 600 pieces of amazing music in half a lifetime. What will you do before you’re forty?
Yes, you have to learn world history. How else will you choose differently than those who failed before you?
No, I don’t know if you’ll become an astronomer, but learning about the universe will help you understand how incredibly small and undeniably important you are.
Yes, you have to correct your mistakes. Learning from mistakes is the most important lesson you will ever learn.
No, texting does not count toward your writing grade. Give me five pages, single-spaced, discussing the works of C.S. Lewis just for asking that question.
Yes, I would do it again. Every gray hair. Each laugh. Every tear.
No, I didn’t imagine my life filled with papers to grade, lessons to plan, or animals prepped for dissection in my refrigerator.
Yes, my beautiful, curious, innovative child, you are worth it.