Teachers
May 18th, 2005 at 4:52 am (Unschooling Life)
“So, you’re not his teacher, then….”
Well, yes I am. He learns many, many things from me. He asks me questions, he discusses things with me, he debates me. We talk. A lot. I bring him things I think will interest him. I keep an eye out for books, movies, websites, articles, games, magazines, exhibits, and people to feed his passions. He assumes I will do these things for him. He knows I will use the power I have as an adult to make the world more accessible to him. Yes, I am his teacher.
But so is every person he meets, the neighborhood pool, our community, the pets we own, the Internet, the books he reads, the artwork he sees, every insect that catches his interest, the music that surrounds him, trees, television, dirt, stores, every place he visits, every thing he notices.
Teachers are everywhere. In fact, my son, himself, is a teacher. . .an amazing, inspiring teacher.