Lessons from the Classrooom to the Home

“Look, she’s still playing school,” my mother told my father the first time they visited the seventh grade classroom of my first teaching job. As a little girl, I played school nearly every day, even sending friends home with homework and decorating the door of my room with holiday themes for each month. I taught elementary and middle school for nine years before I stayed home after the birth of my oldest child. As part of my training in college, I was trained to analyze each lesson after it was taught and figure out what worked and what did not work. It became a habit that I maintained throughout my teaching years. I was a successful teacher, with an organized classroom and I could handle some of the toughest students, but I was barely keeping my head afloat as a mother. I finally went back to school for all the lessons my teaching years could offer. Most often, when I see my...