Over the course of one semester, 28 children gave me nuggets of wisdom which I will never forget, and will use to make me a better [future] wife, [future] mother, daughter, sister, aunt, woman, person, etc.
In short, while I taught this group of energetic and, often, rambunctious of first graders, I also spent this time as a curious student learning a little about what it means to be a teacher, student, mother, mentor, leader and advocate. These beautiful children taught me endless lessons on mercy and grace, justice, fairness, accountability, acceptance and rejection, forgiveness, compassion and love.
I am proud to have taught them! And I am proud that they [unknowingly] taught me each day. And, perhaps, the fact that they don’t seem to realize that they were, indeed, teaching me is something which also amazes me!
I am drafting an essay about these experiences so that I may detail the things I’ve learned during this semester. I also want to share some of my personal and professional views on how public schools could be managed in order to more effectively educate their students’ needs— especially schools which serve students from underprivileged socioeconomic backgrounds.
For now, I just want to say that children are excellent teachers in their own way. And, when we interact, observe and hear them, we can learn how to be better people for ourselves and for others.