Today’s prompt is to write a blog post inspired by the word: teacher.

According to webster, a teacher is a person or thing that teaches something.  I don’t think there are many things more important in this world than a teacher, whether it be good or bad.  We learn what we should do from the great ones and what we shouldn’t from the bad ones.  I would think most people automatically think about their favorite school teacher.  While I did have good teachers, I don’t have one that stands out in my mind as one that took extra interest in me.  I was always the quiet one in the back of the classroom that didn’t raise my hand or bring attention to myself.  Maybe that’s why?  The teacher I learned the most from was my organic chemistry 101 teacher in college.  She had a knack for teaching in a way that made sense to me.  I did really well in her class and then almost flunked out the second semester of organic chemistry because I had a different teacher.  Not that he was bad, he just didn’t speak my language.  I once worked with someone that always came to me to explain things she didn’t understand because she said I had a way of explaining to her that helped her “get it”.  It was like that with me and organic chem.

Who was my best teacher?

I’m sure they don’t know it, but my kids have been my best teacher.  They have taught me the importance of patience, the power of love, and what really matters in life.  It took awhile for me to learn patience.  I was a hard and reluctant student.  I didn’t understand the importance of it until I saw what it meant in their eyes.  To have someone they love be kind and patient with them means so much.  The power of love was easy and instantaneous to learn.  All they had to do was look at me as soon as they were born and I was hooked, in love unconditionally.  And when the world feels like it is crashing down around me, they have a way of letting me know what really matters and what is important in life.


Who was my worst teacher?

I’m not going to name names, but I have someone in mind.  Have you ever known someone that seemed to be going along in life just fine, seemed like they were on the right track, and then bam, they started hanging out with the wrong crowd?  Yeah, that was me.  I kind of lost my way for about 5 years.  Luckily I found my way back.  But a lot of that old crowd didn’t.  They are still there and I’m so thankful I’m not.  It’s a slippery slope you travel when keeping company with the wrong ones.  The main lesson I learned was that you are the company you keep.  I’ve talked to my kids so much about that lesson.  I hope they listen.



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