I trained as a teacher and spent years employed in variations on a theme of education. Spurs Fan is a
poorly fully paid up member of the teaching profession. Girl1 used to plan to be a school principal before she knew about world domination. There are plenty of teachers about our world- sports coaches, dance teachers, music teachers with earplugs…
We all do a bit. Both girls teach smaller girls dance steps. Girl1 is a ‘buddy’ for a class of 4 and 5 year olds. Me? I talk about PSP and other rare diseases any time I get a chance. (This may not be news to the regular reader.)
We had a day in the west a few weeks ago; specialists, families and health care providers. There were workshops, lectures and inputs from family members or patients living with rare disease.
There was a great turnout. People were curious, interested and willing to learn. I met someone I hadn’t seen in a while- someone who knew Herself, someone to hug and catch up with.
The most amazing thing was that I did it at all. I drove 180 miles round trip. I was out of the house for 12 hours. I gave a talk. I helped at 3 workshops. I functioned like a normal human being. I haven’t been fit for that for years.
I was even able to move the next day. Go me!
(That didn’t last of course; it’s taken weeks to stay awake long enough to write this…)
A few days later, Girl2 needed to give her teacher directions to our house. She despaired at all his questions as they walked this way “No, this side of the street. It’s the one with the white wall. There. That wall. Can you not see the white wall?”. On describing it to me later, she nodded sagely, with all the wisdom of 9, “Sometimes you just need to teach the teachers.”