When I was little, I played teacher ALL.THE.TIME. I loved it, and it really is amazing I didn’t become a teacher, and to be honest, it’s something I often regret. Momma used to tell the story of coming to pick me up at my precious Grandma Ruth’s house and as she walked up in the steps she heard Grandma saying “But, Tara, I don’t want to sit in the corner” and of course she was sitting in the corner anyway. Apparently she had been bad in my classroom.
Last night, I came in the bathroom while Emmy was in the tub and she had her toys all smushed down on one end of the tub and was “teaching” them. She would hold up a rubber duck and say “now, what’s this?” or take a little the large duck and say “is this tiny or big?”.
Then, this morning as we were driving to school, I said something about going to work and she said I didn’t work, that Daddy went to work. I asked her just what she thought I did each morning when I dropped her off at school???
“Cry.”