So math isn't something I love. Not something I am good at. As a matter of fact, it is officially documented as to how un-good I am when it comes to math.
I had to take a compass test before I enrolled in college courses some 20-ish (see, I can't come up with the number) years after I would be considered a traditional college student.
As it turns out, I am pretty good when it comes to words, grammar and style.
But when it comes to math, I have to take a math course in order to get in to a math course.
But there is some math that I totally get. And specific equations seem to make perfect sense.
For example, there are:
13 days until Nathan turns 18,
21 days until he starts his first day as a senate page
And that adds up to:
6,570 days that I have cared for him
6,840 days that I have prayed for him
I'm not for certain if this is called inverse proportion, but it seems to work that way.
The less days I have with these kids adds up to that many more days that I have prayed for and loved them.
That's what I call, Mama Math.