After getting home late from a meeting down state, I went to the Middle School last night for it's open house. This is where we where parents meet their children's teachers, walk through their daily schedule, and discover all of the things the kids haven't told them yet about the school year. It's a very informative process and an important communication tool. I was glad to be able to get to this event because of the new staff this year including a new principal and several new eighth grade teachers.
They were impressive, and I am excited for this school year. Probably the biggest reason for my excitement is that this new principal has a philosphy of education that simply makes sense (and whether he knows it or not he agrees with me) that the real teachers are parents. School teachers provide ideas, exercises, concepts that are solidified at home. The framework of learning really has to happen at home, where the lessons of life are being taught every day (whether we mean to teach them or not, our children are learning.) In other words, the responsibility still falls to us parents (and grandparents and guardians, etc.). They may learn at school, but they are molded at home.
We are the real teachers!
When I think about this sometimes I cringe. I wonder what I have taught my kids at times. Have I shown them procrastination, laziness, irresponsibility or have I shown them maturity, accountability, productivity, and that hard work pays off? I pray that I am a good teacher. In fact I pray that I become better and better each day so that my kids (and eventually grandkids) can learn something from me that help them grow up to be God-loving, productive adults who make their mark on the world.
That's our job!
Now I have lesson plans to finish...
Peace ><>
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