When I was pregnant I asked my teacher mommy friends (ok friend) if she tough that being a teacher made her a better mom. Her answer was plain and simply “No, but being a mom made me a better teacher” I understood the first part of her answer as soon as Lu was born: no amount of dealing with time tables, upset stomachs, mean girls or even teaching long division remotely prepared me for being a mom. It wasn’t easier or harder, it wasn’t more tiring or relaxing it was just plain different. And then I went back to teaching and I understood the second part of her answer but I also discovered that being a teacher doesn’t prepare you for motherhood but it does make you a better mom (I hope)
For me being a mommy-teacher means:
-I like it when Lu gets up at 6; it means I get to see her before I go to work.
-I use every spare second in school to plan and grade because I refuse to give up a second of my mommy
-I am always placing myself in my student’s mom’s shoes. When one of them acts out I always ask myself how I would like Lu´s teacher to handle the situation.
-I can somehow manage to take Lu to doctors appointment, classes, to never run out of formula or diapers or cereal, to have my husbands favorite food ready to be turned into meals, to grade notebooks, turn lesson plans in on time, plan fun activities (for Lu and my students) yet I haven’t colored my hair in ages (thanks for the premature gray hair dad), I haven’t exercised in ages (and it shows) and I haven’t seen my friends in ages…
-Motherhood has made me a more compassionate, patient, loving, creative, focused and easy-going teacher and being a teacher has made me a more confident, trusting, easy-going, fun-loving mom.
I am really lucky to be able to have a part-time job I really like but the love of my life is now definitely my bright-eyed, funny daughter.