This post is part of my #write31days series about being an unlikely homeschooler. Be sure to follow along with the entire series by checking out the main page here.
When I was growing up, my mom had a book for me and my sister that we filled out each school year. It was one of those books that holds your school pictures, report cards, and has spaces to write in all sorts of important information from that year. Like, what were my favorite foods? Who were my best friends? What were the biggest fads? (Hello pink ice rings and Mickey Mouse watches!)
And the all important question…. What do you want to be when you grow up?
I had quite the variety of answers from year to year. At different points during my elementary school days I wanted to be either a lawyer, a singer/song writer, or the first female professional baseball player (preferably for the Atlanta Braves). In middle school, during one of those career aptitude tests, I thought I could see myself being a physical therapist. Eventually in high school I landed on wanting to be a nurse, and I even received a fantastic scholarship to pursue this career. That was my plan, so off to college I went starting my pre-nursing classes.
But, after 2 years of this track I decided it wasn’t what I wanted to do after all. I considered my options and switched to elementary education. My mom had worked in the school system for years, my stepdad too, and having had loved most of my public school days, I thought being a teacher would be a great fit for me. So I jumped into the education department!
Now here’s the part where it gets rather ironic.
After a year of being an elementary education major it was time to register for the upcoming year’s classes. I needed to take “teaching the elementary school child math,” “teaching the elementary school child reading,” and, “teaching the elementary school child science.” I took one look at those classes and realized there was not a single ounce of me that wanted to learn how to teach the elementary school child anything! I didn’t want to do that. And though I didn’t really know what I wanted to do at that point, I knew it didn’t involve teaching elementary school children.
Fast forward 13 years and I am now teaching my elementary school children how to read, about math, about science, and about a whole lot more. I’m even reading books to help me learn how to better teach them these things and how to become a better educator overall. I didn’t think I wanted this path, not at all. But I absolutely believe it is exactly where I am supposed to be.
Oh, the irony!