A mother’s touch . . .This is one of all time highest hits on my blog. With 3.14 today, I thought I would re-posted it with some updates.
This has been a favorite posting – according to the number of views it has received.
(Out of the vault) – On March 14, I was able to spend a day that was almost heaven. Or at least what I hope heaven is like. I was within arms distance of both my mother and my daughter. When you live on different continents, this is special. This means we were able to hug each other if we wanted to hug each other. We were able to look into each other’s eyes, and we could see each other’s smiles. I am sad that this is no longer possible.
With all the news and concerns about the sandwich generation, sometimes we forget we are fortunate to be able to share the aging of a parent with our children, their grandchildren. As my daughter, Jackie says, “This is what old age should look like and I hope I get to share it with you.”
March 14th is Albert Einstein’s birthday, but that was not unique enough! For many people 3.14 might not be that much of a “special day” but for us… it is Pi day. Most people I know are content to celebrate the world’s most famous mathematical constant to its second decimal place, but for some, it can be way more fun. I love the people who get carried away with this stuff and celebrate 3/14 by staying up to 1:59 in the morning and then waiting until 26 seconds past the minute to take this first bite of Pi Pie.
Do you celebrate Pi Day?
We are not that silly besides those of you who know me when was the last time I was up at 1:59 AM in the morning eating pie. Okay, some of you do know me and have photos of when this has happened.
Celebrate Pi Day! Pi is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. Math enthusiasts around the world celebrate Pi day on March 14th. William Jones first used the symbol for pi in 1706.
Pi = 3.1415926535
Jackie, my daughter, told me if she is lucky she will get to have all of her electives at Colorado School of Mines University to be math classes her senior year! Therefore, making a math connection is perfect for our family ritual. Now she has completed her Masters in Applied Mathematics and is working on her MBA; it is even more exciting for me!
These rituals are vital for all families but essential for global nomads.
Historically, we had always loved my Grandma Wright’s pies. To combine both, math and pie, seemed appropriate to spread some love. Family rituals are to make connections and show love. I grew up enjoying pies from both sides of my family – that happened in Kansas. My Grandma Wright always made pies for our Sunday family lunches. My mom often made six pies at a time, so we’d have dessert for a few days.
The first Pi Day was in 1989 and created by Larry Shaw. He worked in the San Francisco Exploratorium as a physicist and had coworkers march around a circular space and then let them eat pie. They still celebrate Pi day at the Exploratorium. Musician Michael Blake performed a one-man symphonic ode to pi by assigning notes and chords to each digit and then playing it to 31 decimal places on ten different instruments. The result is a catchy yet haunting tune that is bound to top the pi charts.
With the use of computers, Pi has been calculated to over 1 trillion digits past the decimal. Pi is an irrational and transcendental number meaning it will continue infinitely without repeating.
As I try to blog with some pattern or continued theme, I hope to continue this blog without repeating myself or thoughts. (oops just repeated a blog- but only because it has over 6,356 hits- and that is a lot of hits on my blog site)
I am still debating if I should be irrational or not?
It does seem rational, balanced, sane and healthy having both my child and my mother in the same room at the same time eating pie.
I am an expert at making pies, mostly because I made a ton of pies in 4-H when I was young. I am a firm believer in the mastery of something when you are young, and when you still think it is fun.
In 4-H, I did a lot of different activities. I raised sheep, JC and Casey were my pets until I sold them. This money went towards college, and I was only ten years old when I raised them and showed them at the fair. They ended up at the sale barn. I did public speaking. I did knitting (I still can’t cast off). I made clothes, I cooked more food than you can imagine, and I even made a leather wallet and cowboy belt. My woodworking was a disaster and I only finished one project and burnt several fingers.
Adults in the community spent time teaching us how to do things. We had pride in our finished products. We won ribbons, and if our project was good enough, we could take it to state and compete with lots of other children. My exposure to 4-H helped me get one of my scholarships to college.
I was the Betty Crocker award winner, meaning I had to take a written test about cooking and prove that I understood the concepts behind ‘cooking.’ When you are trying to put yourself through college, all scholarships are huge, and you are so appreciative to get them. I am glad I learned how to cook when I was young, I am delighted I was able to apply that knowledge in math, science, etc. other aspects of attending school.