These days when I look at my mobile and notice the school calling, I immediately think, “Anna.” Yesterday was no different. And, my thinking was correct.
Anna’s teacher first wanted to let me know that she had “told a story” the day before. According to her teacher, Anna had told her friends she had surgery on her pinky finger. I let her teacher know we would address the importance of telling truthful stories.
She wasn’t really in trouble for this next little incident. Her teacher just wanted to “make (me) aware” of Anna’s computer skills.
Anna’s Teacher: “Anna was at the school computer, and I heard her saying, ‘Ugh! I can’t log into my account!’”
When she went to view Anna’s computer screen, this is what she saw:
Anna’s Teacher: “I was surprised she could find the Twitter web site!”
Me: “Er, yes. Me, too.”
Seriously. Where did she acquire Twitter knowledge and those skills? Probably her Dad. I’m sure of it.
When I picked her up from school, I asked why she had told her friends she had surgery on her pinky finger.
Anna: “What? I didn’t tell them I had surgery on my pinky finger! I told them I had surgery on this finger!” She said, pointing to her index finger.
Being the mother of Anna Takle, friends, is why I should never be short on blog material.
For those who don’t follow me on the Twitter, I thought you’d appreciate a picture of Anna’s wardrobe choice yesterday.
She thought a swimsuit cover-up accented with fluffy, pink heels would really make a statement while running errands with Mom and brother. I stood my ground. She changed into something a bit more presentable. With the fluffy, pink heels, of course. And, by the way, the basket of laundry is still strategically positioned right where you see it. Strategic in that I can say, “These clothes are clean, kids. Pick out something to wear.”
I’m gettin’ to it. Mkay? The important lesson here is to next time allow the cover-up and ban the shoes.
That I heard clippity clapping down every store aisle.
Her amusement knows no boundaries. She later requested that I close my eyes while driving, so she could tell me where to go. I didn’t, Dad. We made it safely home with my eyes mostly open. I’m a recoverin’ still, ya know.
I had to stay awake long enough to go to Parent Orientation at the kids’ school. I was beyond thrilled to see that John Henry’s Kindergarten teacher moved up to first grade, and he will have her again. And, I was reluctant in disclosing some of Anna’s more adventurous traits to her pre-school teacher. I felt ignorance was truly bliss in that matter. Don’t you agree?
Let’s just hope she’s never read this blog.
I was a teacher once. It’s true. I taught eighth grade my last four years of teaching. Some think teaching middle schoolers would be hell. Honestly, I loved my kids. Some were funny. Some were troubled. And, quite frankly, some just pulled on my heart strings.
And, most of them listened to me.
What an opportunity teachers have that they can impart to young minds and hearts. Even beyond academia.
Thank you, thank you educators for giving up going out to lunch, high-paying salaries, and your own cash buying supplies for our children.
You are the real world changers.
“A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.” – Henry Brooks Adams