One of the things I love and hate the most about learning about psychology is that it forces me to examine myself.
The perfectionist in me knows how to use that as a weapon, but I am working on listening to other parts of me.
Parts that want to, and do see the value in self-reflection as a possibility for growth.
The critical person can have a hard time really seeing others, and likewise we struggle to see the whole picture of ourselves.
We’re so used to looking through the lens of criticism that we are waiting for failure.
Looking for fault.
It is a painful truth to catch myself doing this to others.
I suppose it hurts less when that gaze is directed inwards because I’m used to it.
It feels normal.
It feels somehow…justified, to see myself in the worst possible light.
Yesterday I was reflecting on my students.
I think it can be an easy trap to fall into as a teacher who is held fast to assessments to stop seeing your students as the individual humans they are and start seeing them as how they rank on whatever evaluative scale you’re currently using, but it erases their humanity.
They no longer fully exist.
They become their strengths and weaknesses.
From the time I started teaching I have hated all formal assessments I’ve been forced to do for this exact reason.
I understand logically why this information might be required or even important, but in my experience I have not found it to be an accurate indicator of a student’s knowledge or hard work.
I have had so many students who are brilliant humans and who work hard and try their best and when test day comes they just fall apart.
It’s stressful.
We’ve made it mean too much.
And especially with early years, I really struggle with this because we can see so many things and yet still miss other important things.
It feels weird to be in a position where I am forcing them to conform at such an early age.
And yet, I have seen the extreme on the other side when they have no rules or boundaries and are allowed to run wild and that doesn’t work either.
In a perfect world, each child would be able to get the individual teaching and assessment approach that works best for them and also be able to be part of a cohort that benefits their social development.
I don’t know if that will ever really be possible, but in the meantime we do our best.
We try, we sometimes fail, and we try again.
I know the one thing I have the most control over is myself and how I see and interact with the tiny humans in my care.
And I know that it is important to me that Ireally see them.
Do I see them as needs-to-improve-their-pencil-grip-or-how-will-they-ever-make-it-in-first-grade or do I see them as a child who is kind, gets easily frustrated, is a fantastic friend, tells great jokes, could be quieter in the lunchroom, loves stories, enjoys being outside, doesn’t like to wear a jacket, plays with soap in the bathroom when they should be washing their hands, has great taste in t-shirts and is, in short, a regular human being.
It is so easy to get caught up in our own hopes and expectations as adults that we forget tiny humans are humans too.
They have their own identity that is separate from us and it is often of minimal importance to them what we want, desire, and “need” to do.
Which is what frustrates us immensely.
HOW CAN THEY NOT SEE WE NEED TO PUT OUR SHOES ON OR WE WILL BE TEN MINUTES LATE TO OUR OUTDOOR PLAY TIME?! WHY ARE THEY SHOWING EVERYONE THEIR TOY INSTEAD OF PUTTING ON THEIR JACKET?!
But also, of course they are.
Our priorities will never be the same and that makes absolute sense and can also be endlessly triggering.
We live in different worlds yet must coexist.
We can learn so much from each other, but I so wish we had more time.
That we could slow down and just spend some time with them.
Get to know them outside of what frustrates us or what we need to evaluate.
See them as their whole selves instead of the kid who always interrupts story time.
I wish we didn’t have to inject so much schedule stress into their lives from such a young age.
I write so much about my time scarcity frustrations and yet I have to be that person for them.
I don’t like it.
There’s got to be a better, kinder, more patient place both inside of me and inside of the world I create for them.
As usual, I have no answers for this, just thoughts and reflections.
And gratitude for how much working with kids has made me examine myself.