Even before I had kids, I swore I would never teach my own children in my classroom. I wanted to just be their mom. That never became a problem because I never really got the chance to have my own classroom. The day after I graduated from college, a doctor told us Noah was aspirating. He got his feeding tube a month later, and I found out I was pregnant with Jonah.
Almost twelve years into this, and I'm so much more than just their mom. Most of the time, I feel like I'm solely their nurse/caregiver/support person. I don't want any other titles other than just to be their mom. Well, I would have taken taxi driver to sports and extra curricular activities, but that's a different post.
This year, they are doing online school full time, and they are really struggling this second semester because of everything that's going on in our personal life—illness, being displaced because of mold, having our schedule totally disturbed, tons of doctor appointments, etc.
The past few days, they've needed help with writing. So, obviously, I was happy to help in this area. Common core math is a different story (they get it, but I don't).
I've been teaching them about persuasive writing (thank goodness they are both doing the same thing at the same time).
It's like they're my little classroom. Jonah was hopping all over the place while I was trying to explain something, and I finally said, "If I were your teacher at school, would you behave like that?"
He quickly pulled himself together. I engaged them in the lesson I was teaching them, and then gave them an activity to test out their skills that they're doing right now—research.
Chad has told me I should teach online, but I've really doubted my teaching ability lately. I've told him I don't have any real classroom experience beyond my practicums and student teaching—I did work in a pre-school for several years. But the big kicker is I am no longer certified, and I can't really afford the education I already got, let alone more.
However, today, I remembered that I was born to teach. All of my childhood memories, for as long as I can remember, that's what I wanted to do. I played school more than I played anything else. It's something that comes naturally to me, and it's not something I'm capable of forgetting. I don't need a certificate to validate that for me. And the only classroom I need to focus on at this point in my life is right in front of me.
That's all for now.
Almost twelve years into this, and I'm so much more than just their mom. Most of the time, I feel like I'm solely their nurse/caregiver/support person. I don't want any other titles other than just to be their mom. Well, I would have taken taxi driver to sports and extra curricular activities, but that's a different post.
This year, they are doing online school full time, and they are really struggling this second semester because of everything that's going on in our personal life—illness, being displaced because of mold, having our schedule totally disturbed, tons of doctor appointments, etc.
The past few days, they've needed help with writing. So, obviously, I was happy to help in this area. Common core math is a different story (they get it, but I don't).
I've been teaching them about persuasive writing (thank goodness they are both doing the same thing at the same time).
It's like they're my little classroom. Jonah was hopping all over the place while I was trying to explain something, and I finally said, "If I were your teacher at school, would you behave like that?"
He quickly pulled himself together. I engaged them in the lesson I was teaching them, and then gave them an activity to test out their skills that they're doing right now—research.
Chad has told me I should teach online, but I've really doubted my teaching ability lately. I've told him I don't have any real classroom experience beyond my practicums and student teaching—I did work in a pre-school for several years. But the big kicker is I am no longer certified, and I can't really afford the education I already got, let alone more.
However, today, I remembered that I was born to teach. All of my childhood memories, for as long as I can remember, that's what I wanted to do. I played school more than I played anything else. It's something that comes naturally to me, and it's not something I'm capable of forgetting. I don't need a certificate to validate that for me. And the only classroom I need to focus on at this point in my life is right in front of me.
That's all for now.
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