Before popping out three kiddos that shared my DNA, I referred to my English students as “my kids.” Pretty fitting since my students really did prepare me for motherhood. I learned a lot of important lessons in the classroom that eventually translated into my home.
Like the time I was as all incognito in the library and sneaked up behind one of my sophomores copying and pasting a Googled resource right into her research paper. I scared the bejeezus out of her, which is frowned upon in a quiet library BTW, then blabbered on about academic integrity and honesty and blahblahblah. Sure, it’s a good lesson, but it’s one best learned through first-hand experience. In hindsight, I realized I should’ve let her grade do the talking.
Today, when I witness one of my own children about to make a mistake (that won’t compromise their safety or my sanity), I shut my face hole and wait it out. They either think twice and choose the right path or, most likely, commit the wrong and we talk about it later.
Me: Here are three reasons why it’s not cool to wipe your boogers on the couch.
Why are they so gross?
Anyway, click HERE or the fuzzy picture of me and my crazies below for other ways my students prepared me for Motherhood!