I was a teacher for 20+ years, and in that time I discovered, beyond any possible doubt, that love must be central to what we do and who we are with our students. I hope you agree, but if you don’t, or if you’re on the fence about bringing love into the classroom, I hope you’ll keep reading.
First, though, a quick story. I was born and raised in California. And to make me even more of a Californian, after my parents divorced, my time with each of them was divided between the San Francisco bay area – with my father, and Los Angeles, with my mother. My California roots go even deeper. I’m a 5th generation Californian, and my two sons are 6th generation Californians. All that to say, when a great career opportunity presented itself to my husband, several decades ago, we enthusiastically moved our growing family to a small town in the midwest. Talk about culture shock. WOW !!!
I am NOT proud to say how obnoxiously proud I was of my heritage, my upbringing, my ever-so-cool California, big city roots.
I wasn’t overt about my pride of origins when I shopped for groceries or perused stores for my children’s needs, nevertheless people were palpably hostile towards me. Why? I smiled. I asked how clerks were, and answered with a friendly tone when they asked how I was. It was mysterious and weird, and really uncomfortable..
After a couple of weeks of life in my new surroundings, the unfriendliness was really getting to me. Didn’t these people “get” how cool I was? How much I had my (bleep) together?!!!
Then one day, after another icy and incredibly unsatisfying interaction, a fresh thought popped into my mind. (Don’t you love it when those ‘fresh thoughts’ happen?)
What if I changed my mind set? What if I wasn’t so full of myself and my self-proclaimed California-ultra-coolness the next time I walked into a store? What if I opened my mind and heart to the possibility, just – for starters – the possibility that the locals were just as valuable and interesting and worthwhile and lovable as I was so sure that I was?
I thought … well, maybe. I mean, how could it hurt to experiment with that concept ? I wasn’t going to say anything, because – really – what could i say? “Hi, I’m not going to be all full of myself any more. Instead, I’m experimenting with the concept that you might be just as valuable and interesting and lovable as any other person from any other place on this big beautiful planet.”
NOPE. Definitely wasn’t going to say that – thankyouverymuch.
But I was going to own that concept, but there couldn’t be any half measures with this experiment. Right?! What would be the point of that?
Bottom line: everything changed. I mean: every interaction. Every. To this day it blows my mind.
That experience, taught me that, in a sense, we’re all mind readers. You. Me. OUR STUDENTS. Oh, yes. Very definitely our students.
So, when I brought into my classes the mindset that each of my students was valuable, interesting and a person worthy of love (no matter how un-lovable he or she might sometimes act), my classes ran so much more smoothly …. NOT because I told the kids that I thought they were valuable, interesting, worthy of love and respect, but because that was the GROUND ZERO from which I taught and interacted with them…. even when I had to lay down the law, even when I gave them tough assignments, even when I entrusted them with projects that required a lot of independence and self-motivation. Over and over again, their ‘mind-reading’ skills served them and all of us incredibly and constructively well.
So what’s my point? Well, I’m still trying to work out the details so that I can explain how all this works – internally / on the inside – so the impact can be seen – externally / on the outside – but an important and immeasurably practical piece of all this is that we teachers need to, we GET to, explore and discover what love looks like when it’s put into action within all our classroom interactions.
For me Love looks a lot like respect. Love also looks a lot like trust … genuinely trusting that the best within our students actually WANTS to express itself, even though their best sometimes can’t actually be expressed without our respectful facilitation efforts on their behalf … which sometimes takes patience.
When I failed at all this Love stuff … it hurt, but I learned, and I learned how to fail a little bit less the next time. I keep learning, because I keep trying to pay attention to the ‘signals,’ if you will, that the mindreaders around me are picking up on.
Does that make sense? Does it ring true for you? Share your thoughts, your successes, and your challenges around this topic. I’d love to know what’s going on for you.
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