As a child, I would corral my brother, cousin, and the two to four other boys my mom babysat, to play “school.” As the teacher, I gave long lectures and assigned mounds of homework. Adults probably thought it cute; they may have imagined I’d grow up to be a teacher. In reality, I just wanted a good excuse to be bossy.
It didn’t take long for me to realize the teaching profession takes serious dedication–and the same level of patience required to keep those small boys in line.
I wanted nothing to do with it.
It took a bit longer to realize we’re all teachers in our own way, whether we sign up for the job or not . . .
This ring is a good reminder, non? No matter where we go, or what we do, there’s always someone watching, someone taking notes. And let’s face it, it’s best we keep in mind what we want them to learn.