Having once been an eighth-grade teacher, I often encounter surprised reactions when I mention my experience. Many ask, “How did you handle the mood swings of teenagers daily?” The truth is, I found joy in the challenge. This age group, while complex, is incredibly engaging. They appreciate sarcasm and can hold deep conversations. Since transitioning to being a stay-at-home mom three years ago, I’ve missed the classroom dynamic and plan to return someday. Throughout my teaching journey, I learned a great deal about myself as an educator and leader, and surprisingly, I also received an informal crash course in motherhood from my students.
To some of my pupils, I became a motherly figure. Each year, a few would seek my guidance or simply need someone to confide in. For many of them, I was a trusted adult, and I embraced various roles beyond just that of a teacher. I often referred to my students as “my kids,” and the experience mirrored that of parenthood. I instructed, disciplined, supported, and provided comfort during difficult times. Although I felt relief when summer break began, I couldn’t help but shed a few tears watching my “kids” move on to high school.
After seven years of “practice” with my students, I welcomed my first daughter. Here are five significant ways my teaching experience equipped me for motherhood:
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Navigating Attitudes:
I encountered my share of hormonal outbursts and disinterested students during my teaching career. Their occasional lack of enthusiasm mirrored my child’s reaction when I attempt to brush her hair. A classroom filled with 28 teenagers prepared me for the inevitable “NO!” moments—like when my toddler throws a fit over not getting a giant bouncy ball at the store. -
Thinking on Your Feet:
Once, while discussing Anne Frank, I realized I forgot a crucial part of my lesson plan. Anxiety surged as I faced my students. However, I quickly devised a backup plan and salvaged the lesson. This experience proved invaluable when unexpected situations arise with my two-and-a-half-year-old, like when rain spoils our plans for the park. Being able to adapt swiftly is essential. -
Cultivating Patience:
There were numerous instances while teaching when I had to suppress urges to react dramatically. Whether it was the class clown trying to distract others or interruptions during tests, I often found myself seeking inner calm. This same need for patience arises daily with my children—sometimes multiple times an hour! -
Repetition is Key:
As a teacher, I frequently reminded students, “Don’t forget, we have a test tomorrow!” Only to hear, “Wait, we have a test today?” from a student the next morning. As a mom, I often find myself repeating instructions like, “Please put the paint back on the table.” It’s amazing how many reminders are necessary before things sink in! -
Choosing Names for Future Children:
Teaching prompted me to think about potential names for my future kids. Each year, I’d come across unique names that intrigued me, adding them to a mental list. However, some names became tainted after encountering difficult students. A name I once adored could quickly evoke memories of a challenging child, like the name “Brent.”
To my former students who have enriched my life, thank you for the joys and challenges that have prepared me for motherhood. And to my fellow teacher-moms, I know you share the excitement of summer break, even as you reflect on the impact you’ve had on your students. Remember, every child has their own story, and a simple gesture of kindness can mean the world to them.
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In summary, my teaching career equipped me with invaluable skills that transition seamlessly into motherhood. From adaptability to patience, each lesson learned in the classroom enriches my journey as a parent.
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