I recently read a quote that good teaching is good talking. And I grew up around good teachers and good talkers–my mom and my stepfather were both teachers. So, even though I figured out late in life that I was put here to teach, when the fact did dawn on me, it was like, “duh”!
I was born and raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, and my mom and I lived with my grandparents until I was 6 or so. My grandfather went blind from diabetes when I was very young, and I would occasionally help him navigate a curb or get through a store, things like that.
And even though I was doing little more than guiding him and giving directions, it was, in it’s own way, teaching. Or rather, I was a teacher-in-training. And what else is teaching besides ‘guiding and giving direction’?
It was also a real confidence boost for me that I was helping a grown up. I also remember around that time being at my great-grandmothers house in Brownsville, TX. At that point in her life, she was not able to speak clearly all the time. I remember being one of the few people at the house who could decipher what she was saying, and they would call me into the room when they couldn’t understand her. That boosted my confidence in much the same way as helping my grandfather get around.
So my first teaching moments were with family. And, since I was the first born of my generation within my family, I spent a lot of time around grown-ups. And those teacher-in-training moments with grown ups in my family were very important in giving me confidence as a teacher and forming who I am as a person.
Who were your big influences when you were learning how to do what you were put here to do? If you’re like me, these big things often start in the smallest, most innocuous of ways.