Changing positions with my mother from student to teacher has let me know that some of my passion about the way I learn may be hereditary. Or taught to me by her. I'll give example but first, back story:
I was that kid. The one that blindly followed what my teacher told me. If I went home with a method that was taught to me you probably couldn't tell me that my teacher taught me wrong. All night as I'm doing homework, if you veer from what my teacher told me be ready to hear me say "that's not what my teacher said."
Enter my mother. She tells me that her infuriating teacher didn't teach her something. I try to instruct her and what do I hear? "That's not what [my teacher] showed me." Cue my frustration. Then there is the veering from the method she was taught and it's "I don't want to do this, she may count off." Now I'm irritated because I'm trying to figure out how this teacher is going to take off for getting the answer. Finally I had to level with her to at least let me finish what I'm saying before she harps on how my method doesn't match her teachers.
We slogged through the homework. Battling distractions and bad attitudes, we eventually got the end results. At one point, I found myself telling my mother to not talk to me a certain way. Who's the parent here? I almost grounded her. I started to fuss at her for her tone and had to dial it back and remind myself that she is my mother. Talk about barely keeping my cool.
We got through though. She even seemed to know what she was doing in the end. I'll be back tomorrow to help finish something else she needs.
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