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.
Cody was quite the ham after finding the microphone that my students use to share their Writer’s Workshop pieces.
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
Aww, maybe one of the boys will be teacher, too. But, hopefully no, we know how hard it is. Lots of love and lots of hate.
You are amazing You could done your work while Cody was around. 🙂
Ha! I almost told Cody that maybe he would be a teacher someday but then thought better of it and held my tongue. It is strange the mixture of very strong emotions the profession of teaching carries with it. Cody is not the best of helpers, but I know that with each question he asks, he is learning, so I try to keep my patience in check and answer him as best I can. Although it is distracting and makes it hard to get much done! Thanks for you comments, I really appreciate them. 🙂
not a bad thing to have in your genes
I agree.