We Are All Teachers. 334/365.
I believe we all can help each other in this world.
I’ve been a blogger since late 2010. Jess, from Essentially Jess became a blogging friend in 2011 as I met many new friends via blogging. When she asked about people to help her on Tuesdays with her phenomenally popular I Blog On Tuesdays link up (IBOT for short!) I was someone who put my hand up and my help was graciously accepted to be part of the first #teamIBOT. Now, over the years my life’s priorities changed for a while and I blogged a little (ok, a lot!) less and reluctantly handed back my status as a #teamIBOT member. This year things have resoundingly changed and I am a blogger every day! I am pleased to say that Jess has accepted my offer from a while back for me to come back on board should she ever need another #teamIBOT commenter. Today I am back! Thanks Jess!
I reviewed a post for today, Tuesday 1 December, which is one I wrote back in 2011. I was making the point about the fact that we are all teachers. What do you think?
- YOU are a teacher, yes you are… we are all teachers.
- Teachers of our children.
- Teaching them about life, living their lives, and being learners so that they become teachers themselves.
- We all are teachers.
- What has a teacher taught you that you are grateful for?
My Dad taught me how to dance. It felt awkward ‘putting my hand in Dad’s’ as a teen but once I got the hang of it, it meant I could join in on social events. Remember, I am a child of the 50s and 60s. My Mum taught me about cooking. She wasn’t a strict measurer of ingredients, but she trusted me enough as a little kid to give me a go. The kitchen was not a forbidden place for me, and that has helped me be an instinctive cook too. My kids have become great family cooks themselves, so that is an aspect of teaching that has been passed on. My auntie taught me how to enjoy reading, Really get into it. She provided me with a range of materials that I devoured. My grandfather taught me how to go to the shops with the soft drink bottles, get some cash back then spend it on lollies. Gosh I loved that particular lesson!!! My grandmother taught me that life isn’t always fair and that you can make your life what you want it to be. In fact, she didn’t pay enough attention to this lesson, and was quite a sad and angry person once she’d been widowed at a young age. My granddaughter taught me that love is limitless. There is a loving bond between us which grows. They are but some of the lessons I learned from my teachers. My generations in my family.