My children teach me more in one day than I teach them in a year. And no, that’s not an exaggeration.
A day with children — young ones, in-between ones, and those on the brink of adulthood — can drive you to the brink of insanity, which will absolutely feel like legit, looney-bin, Baker Act-type crazy.
Yet, as nuts as daily life can be when you are a parent, learning is always ensuing. Yours, not your child’s. Well, hopefully your child’s too, but absolutely, most definitely, yours.
No, you don’t need to be confused, but I do understand where your bewilderment would come from.
I know you are sitting down reading this on your phone or your laptop thinking “this lady is so full of it”. How in the world can a child teach an adult anything of usable value? Okay, and even if your child has found a way to somehow educate you, there is no way in hell that anything learned from them is as notable as what you are teaching them, right? Wrong. Dead wrong.
So, what is it that my children teach me daily?
They teach me about them, as unique individuals, put here on this Earth to do lots of things; big things and small things, good things and bad things, and many, many, other middle-of-the road things.
They teach me about me. Through my time and conversations with them I learn about myself, my wants, my needs, my quirks, my talents, and the many, many ways in which myself as a person could use some improvement.
They teach me about people, and when I see them talking and thinking about others in this world completely unbiasedly and from a judgment-free state of mind, I am reminded that I should be doing the same.
They teach me about resilience, persistence, and consistence, all of which they lead with day-in and day-out.
They teach me about friendships, and how uncomplicated they can be when you simply focus on the joy another person brings to you with their mere presence.
They teach me about intellect and knowledge, and how there is always more to be gained (yes, even as an adult) when you choose to be curious.
They teach me confidence, by modeling for me what that is and by having it without humbly giving a hoot about what someone else may think.
They teach me the power of optimism, which I am forced to have and exhibit for them so they don’t become cynical and pessimistic human beings.
I could keep going, but at some point you may get bored with my list, and for that reason I will stop here.
One other thing my children teach me daily — they teach me the dire importance of having a symbiotic relationship with someone (anyone) in your life who wants to learn from you and from whom you may learn at the same time.