Hey friends, how are you today? How was your weekend? We spent our weekend in Ohio because our baby completed her sixth semester at her university. Amid COVID-19 regulations, we still had to packed and store and take all the necessities, including her, back with us. I love to visit her school’s town, in spite of the number of times we’ve been there, there is always something new to experience.
It’s good to have her back home with us, now our little family is complete again, praise the Lord. As an ex-teacher myself, it’s exciting and I suppose a bit prideful that both girls have decided to go into that same field. As parents we have the opportunity to leave lasting impressions on our kids; that’s both scary and beautiful. Whether they choose to enter our field of work or not, even the manner they approach work is most times gained from their parents. Because as parentings, we are in the business of teaching, whether we teach consciously or subconsciously.
Almost every teacher I’ve spoken to throughout the past few months groan with frustration over the regression of their students. According to several psychologists and therapist kids have suffered throughout the past twelves months of school and social restrictions. Kids have suffered from neglect more so, in spite of the fact, that parents have been at home. Can you believe it?
A few years ago, when my husband first suggested the idea of homeschooling, initially I was not at all enamored with that idea. Twenty four whole hours with the girls, day in day out, seven days a week, I could not even imagine the thought. I was convinced someone would not survive this ordeal. I was afraid for their lives; I was not sure I could perhaps nor should be trusted with them. Who would survive this?
Initially, let me tell you, it was not pretty. The Lord blessed us with two children, just two and to help us further, He gave us two of the same sex. There really should not be any complications at all to the matter. They were just two and a half years apart; they had the same mother and the same father. Yet friends, these girls were as different as night and day. A blessing, you say, from the Lord, you say, well … I could not see it then. One ran headlong into any and everything. There was no stopping her. “I can do it” was her mantra. She had very little fear and she loved to experiment, especially in and with things that were none of her business. The other was afraid of her shadow. She hates surprises, she wants to know in advance of any changes that may potentially take place in her schedule. She dots every i and crosses every t before she makes a move. She took her time to accomplish any task because it had to be done just right. She was a follower though, so she followed her sister into almost every disaster. Can you imagine my frustration during our school time?
Then there was the way they learned. As a teacher, it was my custom to stand in front of my class with all eyes on me. Perhaps because the first born had spent two years in a public school, she had no problem adapting to my teaching style. Eyes on me, nothing in your hands, sit up straight…. How hard can this be?
Well, the second born did not get the memo, or perhaps she assumed it did not apply to her. This child could not stay still. Tap, tap, tap, went her pencil, squeak, squeak went her chair, scratch, scratch went her crayons, I still have nightmares. Suddenly her legs and her head would exchange positions; questions were answered under the table. Deep breaths, deep breaths. In the end, I had to adapt or break her. Sadly, I must say, I came close to breaking her. I thought there was only one way to teach. The fact that I was a teacher by profession almost became a deterrent rather than an advantage in our homeschool journey.
For a minute there, I forgot the objective, well actually somewhere along the line, I switched objectives. Too quickly I forgot that though the Lord blessed us with these kids, we were just their temporary keepers. They were not mine to do with as I see fit, the Lord had a bigger plan for their lives and our time to parent though short, in the scheme of things, was of the absolute importance. I was their parent as well as their teacher.
But then again, we all parent as well as teach. In fact, that’s exactly what parents do; we teach. Did you know that? Every single day, as parents, we teach our kids something. We pass on knowledge, doctrine, experience, skills to the next generation whether we do so intentionally or not.
What have you been teaching? Where do your footprints lead? Take heed they are following you. Have you read last week’s posts FINALLY, IT’S HERE and TOO MUCH, TOO SOON? Thank you or go ahead to keep in touch.