I recently read a quote that good teaching is good talking. And I grew up around teachers–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, I was like, duh!
I was born and raised in Texas, and my mom and I lived with my grandparents in Corpus Christi, TX until I was 6 or so. My grandfather had recently gone blind from diabetes, and when I was very young, 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 Brownsvile. 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. I would be asked to go into her room and ‘translate’, and it felt good, I felt a little important. 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 and forming who I am.
So, thinking about the things that you’re great at, or love doing the most, what’s your first memory of that?