January 27, 2012
Debbie was not a warm and fuzzy teacher.
She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown.
She focused on the children, was firm, kind and direct.
I never saw anything like it.
One three-year old was having a fit. This child didn’t want to put on her shoes to go outside and it was a rule.
She wiggled on the ground squirming this way and that, she screamed loudly and pounded her fists.
Debbie ignored her. When she did stop, the teacher asked calmly, “Are you done?”
The child stared at her blankly.
“I’m here if you want help with your shoes… or are you going to do that kicking thing a bit more? Now that was interesting.”
The child stared at her, then said, “But I don’t want to put my shoes on!”
Debbie replies, “Oh, so you have a problem. I wonder how you are going to solve it.”
Sometimes I hear Debbie whispering into my ear, “It looks like you have a problem, Kim, I wonder how you are going to solve it…”. Then I stop kicking, regroup and figure out what I’m going to do.
I think she taught me more than my daughter.