Who was your first teacher? Many of you may be thinking of your kindergarten teacher or maybe a Sunday school teacher. Those of us who are (or have been) blessed with great parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and friend have been surrounded by teachers.
I think of the things I learned from my mother and Grandmother Twedt (the only one I knew and the one person I miss every day of my life), who taught me common-day things, such as how to make a bed with the sheets tucked tightly in a perfect angle fold. How clever of Grandma. Every time I make my bed, I think of her.
I’m reading from Jack Canfield’s book, The Success Principles–How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be [Harper Collins, 2005), and this co-creator of Chicken Soup for The Soul says this about teachers:
The greatest contribution you can make to the world is to grow in self-awareness, self-realization, and the power to manifest your own heartfelt dreams and desires. The next greatest thing you can do is to help others do the same. What a wonderful world it would be if we were all to do that.
Yes! The wealth of education I’ve received—sometimes while traveling on the road of hard knocks—has given me the opportunity to walk alongside others who can use a bit of learned wisdom and a dose of encouragement.
It doesn’t take a teacher’s certificate to teach. However, I am grateful for those who get their degree(s) to teach children and adults in the classroom, knowing they are entering a field with great challenges and hopefully many rewards beyond a paycheck.