If Teaching is the Art of Being Imitated, I Really Shouldn’t Teach

This is part of the series: Classical Homeschooling.

Let’s just be honest for a minute. I yell at my kids. I get angry sometimes.

Okay, often.

When for the billionth time I ask one of them to do something, or pick something up, or put something down, or not hit their sister with something.

There are a lot of somethings going on my house. And it’s all very loud.

So I yell.

But I also am trying to be a classical homeschooler, which means I’m aiming at teaching my kids to love truth, goodness, and beauty. This is a LOFTY goal when they all have food on their faces from breakfast…which was six hours ago.

Boy yelling with koolaid mustache

Image from David K. (Flickr)

We often have days that span the whole spectrum: we’ll read a hilarious passage from Shakespeare together during Morning Time. “It shall be called Bottom’s Dream because it hath no bottom!” <–This, giggled out by an 8-year-old is just about the best thing in life.  But then an hour later we have kids fighting over a toy and have to have our hundredth remedial lesson in sharing.

My kids are selfish, cranky, and mean sometimes. Also, they yell. I wonder where they learned that.

In other words, they’re sinners just like their mom and dad.

So if teaching is the art of being imitated, you could say I’m a successful teacher.

The fact that they imitate all the worst, most shameful ways I interact with others just makes the Shakespeare more necessary. Because we’re a family full of selfish, cranky, mean sinners–we need this thing called classical homeschooling even more. What with all its poetry, Scripture, and repentance, we might just make it through to tomorrow.

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. I needed this today. I love you, my brilliant friend.

  2. Love love love this! Thank you!

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