It's that time again. Time to squeeze my feet back into real shoes, brush my hair and put on make-up, dust off the alarm clock, and choose a focus for the new school year and for my busy life really. This year I'm gonna teach them all how to cook a chicken.
( say whaaaaat?!?!)
Okay let me 'splain...
I have been blessed to learn how to do this job of mothering and teachering from some of the best out there. The lessons come quite incidentally and when they come something in the back my pea brain says,"Hold on to this. You're gonna need it one day."
(I hear those angels telling me it was them all along)
Several years ago, before the days of children. Before the days of sleepless nights. Before the days of fly by the seat of my pants mornings and before the days of dazed confusion, I sat planning with two best teacher buddies at that time. Both ladies had my life now. Kids, work, family, kids, work, family, rinse, repeat...
As we sat there, Jennie, at that time had two boys in highschool, one in junior high and one in kindergarten.
(whew! and she still had time to do her nails!)
After the usual how are you's, Jennie proceeded to give her boy instructions on what to do with the chicken in her fridge. "Take it out of the package. Place it in the pan. Pour the sauce over it. Turn the oven on to..." The entire time she was doing this she was also shuffling papers, writing things down, handing things to me and our buddy Laurene and doing it with ease and grace. During this whole interaction, Laurene looked over at me and with pure awe in her voice she said to me, "She's teaching him how to cook and he doesn't even know it."
So, this year I will channel my inner Jennie. I will try my darndest to teach incidentally, give patient direction and teach 'em even when they don't even know it!