One of the challenges of modern, family-life is helping your children with their homework. Actually, I know at least one dad who refuses to do so - "Naah, they need to work it out for themselves!" - but I can't be so heartless. I don't mean do it for them, but at least help if they ask and set them on the right path.
The homework I dread is maths and yet there is also a certain satisfaction in actually remembering how to do something you last did 40 years ago. After an hour poring over some infernal equation, it finally clicked and A & I punched the air, exchanged high fives and I privately thanked Mr Keane for getting me through my O-level, even if it was only a C.