Anyway, it got me to thinking. A painful process sometimes. :-)
My husband wanted me to get a teaching credential so I would have a career in case anything happened that he couldn't take care of the family. I told him no way would I ever be a teacher, especially after hearing his complaints about the system. He loved teaching, and he was a great teacher. His aim was to teach his students to THINK! He didn't pour a bunch of dates and names into his history students. He gave them causes, asked them to think about what happened and why it happened. I hated history until I married a history teacher.
I already had a career, and it did take care of the family when he died. But then I changed careers. That's a story for another day.
Anyway, after our grammar session today, I began to think that maybe I could have been a teacher. I told my husband that if I ever taught it would be art on the college level. But I'm wondering.... After I retired I did some volunteer work with children, and found it most rewarding! I especially like the little ones.
I did have success with teenagers because I was always straight on with them. I found out when my kids were growing up that if you tried to do a snow job on them, you immediately lost your audience.
However, I think I could have been a very successful kidergarten, or first-second grade teacher. Children at that age are still eager. About 3rd grade they become questioning, contentious, prove it sort of intellects. At the kindergarten level I could have been a goddess right up there with Mommy: She Who Knows Everything.
I can see myself sitting in one of those pint-sized chairs and reading to or telling stories to the little darlings. I could still do it, too, because I never grew up. I still marvel at the world. Even with all the terrorism and hatred and misery, I can still rejoice in the beauty of God's handiwork. And children are such a beautiful example of that handiwork.
Maybe I should have been a teacher.
Shalom