Today Husband took Cody to a physical therapy evaluation. School had ended by the time they were done and so he dropped Cody off at my school to hang out with me in my classroom so he could go back to work. I prepped for tomorrow’s formal evaluation (on top of the normal lessons and such that will be occurring as well). Cody was eager to help out.
He was excited to be my helper although if truth be told he was more of a follow-me-around-and-ask-questions type of helper. I commented to him that things have come full circle. I went on to reminisce about being his age helping my mom in her first grade classroom. (I wonder if I was the same type of “helper” that Cody is. I am thinking so.) He replied immediately that this sort of thing just runs in the family.
I had to smile at his matter-of-fact reply and give him a nod. My dad was a teacher. My mom was a teacher. And now so am I.