Playing Teacher

I love teachers.  I really do.  I know, I know, I am a little biased because I am a teacher myself, but one of the reasons I decided on becoming a professional educator was because of the teachers I loved when I was a student.  Now I witness the love of teachers and the love of learning through my own children.  Observing my own children experience school has been powerful.

Last evening was an absolute pleasure for Desiree and me as parents.  We went for a walk on a cool but mild late winter evening with all four children.  When we arrived home, after a few business items on the agenda, we sat down to have dinner as a family and had great conversation with our two oldest children.  The question each one of us has to answer at the dinner table each night is “What was your favorite part of the day?”  Our oldest child, soon-to-be 8 yr old Brooklyn, went last and she didn’t hesitate when she said how excited she was that she earned 100% on one of her school assignments.  Before she had the stage and opportunity to share, I explained that  the most favorite part of my day was how proud I felt of Brooklyn when her mom shared with me the results of her assignments.  She has been struggling at times and she continues to work hard and I was just so happy for her.

After practicing the piano Brooklyn had some reading homework to complete before she went to bed.  She wanted to play teacher, stand in front of Dawson, Faith, Hope, Desiree, and I, and teach us her non-fiction (her words not mine) story about the history and uses of trees.  It was awesome!  She held the book in her hand, read the words, used hand gestures to show us some of the adjectives she was using, and even called on us to read parts of the book.  She even allowed her younger brother Dawson to read as she helped him with some of the ‘tough’ words.  Every so often she would check for understanding by asking us comprehension questions from the reading.  At one point she demanded that her brother get up to ‘flip his (fictitious) card’ because he wasn’t paying attention, playing with his baby sister Faith.  Brooklyn was sharing her love of teachers and her love of learning with us.  Brooklyn loves to visit my classroom hoping she might get the chance to play teacher on the Smarboard; the same action that her teacher uses through Brooklyn’s school day.

My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Casey, I remember fondly for her compassion, her willingness to be patient with me, and the amount of information I learned in the comfort of her room.  I remember my high school freshman English teacher, Mr. Jahnke, who doubled as my football and basketball coach.  He challenged me daily, took the time to understand, and never let me down.  I never missed a day of school…I loved it.  Sure, there was a part of me that loved the social aspect of school, but it was the teachers that made it so worthwhile and attractive.

I see it now, as a parent, happening with my children.  Whatever the reason, the fact that my daughter loves to play teacher and impersonate the teachers she has had interaction with warms my heart.  Education is important to me and the love of learning is part of my heart.  Maybe genetics explains why my children enjoy school so much.  I enjoy them so much enjoying the teachers and the school they attend.

God Bless Teachers!!!

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About jpsteltz

Proud husband and father of four; Literacy Specialist; Reading Teacher; Literacy Coach; HS ELA Teacher; Published Author
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5 Responses to Playing Teacher

  1. Jeremiah says:

    Last evening was an absolute pleasure for Desiree and me as parents.

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    • jsteltz says:

      Ahh…the details! They are so important! Thanks for catching my limitations in grammar 🙂

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      • Jeremiah says:

        I don’t know what to do about grammar and education. I teach in the south side of Chicago and I see kids who barely make sense when they speak. “Who is you?”

        The whole issue is a slippery slope, I’m just not sure where to draw the line.

        I like your ideas though. Have a great day.

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  2. Kay Stangel says:

    Hi John,
    You are so right about a teaching making an impression, a mark, a memory or whatever it is in that little person’s mind. Every time our granddaughters along with the grandsons they love to “play school” and grandma has to be right in the room with them. It warms my heart to see how their minds work – they are incredible. We have to have “Parent/Teacher conferences – that’s when I’m the teacher. I can’t tell you what a feeling comes over me watching them. I pray they always have teachers that love teaching school, want to bring out the best in them, and tell them how “unique” each one of them are. That should always be followed through at home, but that doesn not always happen – I hope my grandchildren get teachers who are as dedicated as you are. Thanks John for all you do.

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    • jsteltz says:

      Thanks for the kind words. Your thoughts echo my impressions of how schools/teachers should be. Our children should have/must have an endless love of learning!!

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