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The day I brought home that third-grade math worksheet covered in tearful eraser marks was the day my mother taught me her most valuable lesson. Rather than simply showing me how to solve the fraction problems that had left me frustrated and embarrassed in class, she pulled out her measuring cups and announced we were baking cookies. As we measured flour, sugar, and vanilla, converting quarter-cups to half-cups and comparing thirds to wholes, the abstract numbers on my worksheet transformed into something I could see and touch.