It was 1993 as a college sophomore when I first felt the nudging to work in a classroom. After two blasé practicums at a middle school and high school, I decided to pursue a Communication degree instead. But the nudging didn’t completely go away. Now I am a 42-year-old mom of three pursuing a long-delayed calling: to become a special education teacher for preschool-age children.
Why the delay?
In hindsight, I had to go through a hearing loss diagnosis and frequent communication frustrations with those around me to realize something. Writing about hearing loss prepared me for teaching. That passion for communicating through written words triggered a passion for speaking about hearing loss. Then that passion led to leading hearing loss and communication workshops.
And then I realized something. My favorite years as a mom thus far have been teaching my children how to communicate.
Get a person’s attention (politely) before you speak.
Look at a person when you talk.
Make each word clear.
Do whatever you can to make sure the other person understands you.
Here is that long-delayed calling: to teach young children how to communicate—whether in words, sign language, or both.
What is your calling?