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.
Kid: *giggles*
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!
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