Monday, May 7, 2012

A Few Things I Never Tell My Students (Plus a Few Things I Do)

When I was 10 I wrote an essay for school thanking my parents for giving me a violin and teaching me how to play. ”You have no idea how much that violin means to me,” or something to that effect. I remember the feeling of love that rose up inside of me when I wrote those words. Then there was the time I threw my violin on the floor out of frustration over practicing.

There’s a kind of listening that right now you don’t even know exists.

Sometimes I would really rather just hear about your day. Plus your big brown eyes are killing me and I can’t not let you sidetrack me.

If I could magically make you understand how worth it the work is, I would do it in a heartbeat. Except that you really have to just experience it.

Think I was easy to practice with when I was a little girl? Think again.

Thank you for not needing me to talk to you in a high, cutesy voice. I just can’t do it.

Someday I hope you’ll discover there’s more than one way to say the things you thought you could not say.

I really do know how hard it is sometimes, just trying.





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8 comments:

  1. "Sometimes I would really rather just hear about your day. Plus your big brown eyes are killing me and I can’t not let you sidetrack me." Me every day. :)

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  2. Thank you for posting this, Karen. I needed to hear this! This is our day every day here too!

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    1. Being on the parent side of things has been especially eye-opening for me...

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  3. Oh! I love this. (Warning: I've been working on a few "teaching" posts and might just blatantly riff off this one for a future post.) This is great.
    - alison

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    1. Please riff away if you want! I'll definitely look forward to hearing more of what you have to say about teaching.

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