Teaching

I have to admit, I am a terrible teacher. When Paul was in school and needed some help in his math classes, I would try to help him and we would inevitably end up in an argument. I thought at the time that it was just him wanting me to explain the whole concept in one sentence (which definitely was part of the problem). Since having children and attempting to teach them things in a preschool-type setting, I've realized that I am TERRIBLE at it. My mother in-law taught James so much during the couple of months she was with us after the girls were born including his numbers 1-10, his letters and nearly potty-training him. Since then, I've taught him what all the letters say and he's memorized some words, but somehow I don't know how to help him connect knowing the sounds of the letters and sounding out a word so that he can read. And I don't know how to explain in a way he gets the concept of numbers 11-20. The girls don't seem to be making any progress in their colors or potty-training either. I must include, though, that my attempts are not as consistant as they ought to be, but I get it in when I can. However, I've still made my conclusion: I must be a less-than-stellar teacher. It's a good thing they'll have ample opportunity to be taught by those who have a talent in teaching, otherwise I think we'd be in trouble.