Writing these days for me takes courage and discipline. I’ll admit I’ve been lacking in discipline for a while now. I know it isn’t leisure for me when I write, but I’ve made it seem so mundane that I’m not even taken seriously when I write despite how much God has blessed me with the gift of penmanship.
I meant to start a series that centred on the EXPERIENCES OF A CHILD EDUCATOR but forgot the rhythm of my own pen and lost my zeal.
Most of the ones I wrote and delayed posting were centred around the hassles with no joy and I felt I couldn’t be all about complaints.
Something awakened in me though and I shared that with my significant other.
Two children in my class that I assumed I was very strict with labelled me their role model and saw that despite my strict demeanor, all I wanted was for them to be better than they are; they each wrote loving words in the card they gifted me with – they read:
“Miss Idowu, thanks for making me better”
“Miss Idowu, thanks for taking care of me”
That was/is one of the most overwhelming joy of being a teacher and it has made me see that I need to share everything and put my heart and soul in writing on both my methods of teaching, deliverables, the not so good aspect and the best of times.
Likes Charles Dickens said in a Tale of Two Cities “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us“ – well I know this summarises all that teaching is and more…