We grow. We sometimes have children. We involve ourselves with other things other than ourselves. And we learn, sometimes.
As life has its ironies, mine has been no different. For the last four years, I’ve been a substitute teacher. I spent eleven years designing and developing textbooks. I’m a strict parent (though I do love fun and goofiness). I do this because my children must be smarter than I was at their age.
I was a willful child. My kindergarten teacher recommended that I repeat kindergarten. Her reason, “She doesn’t follow directions at all. She doesn’t WANT to follow directions at all.” I remember thinking, “But my way is better. The piano can be played from underneath.” My parents told Mrs. H, “Absolutely not. Our daughter is simply creative.” My parents gambled. They really couldn’t know if I was creative, only that I had great difficulty following directions. In truth, they didn’t want me to have the stigma of being in my younger sister’s class.
I recall my willful behavior put me into the classroom corner, and I think I remember a pointy hat. Could be with the passage of time, I dreamed the hat…or not…
I often find myself fighting against my inner-child. Funny, how these things stay with us. Now, I get quite annoyed at some students when I’m subbing – they don’t follow directions! My way is best 😉
Thank you. May you dream this eve of brick buildings made of marshmallows, licorice chalk and smiling teachers.
Dunce Cap drawn August 20, 2014 while wearing a childlike smirk