How much do we forget?
Earlier this week, I was spending time with some of my favorite campers. These are children I met through Camp Happy Days, an organization that provides support to kids with cancer and their siblings. They're great kids, and I got to spend an entire day hanging out with them while their parents were at work. We baked and decorated cookies for Santa and our own enjoyment, had a feast of a lunch from Chic-fil-A, watched a movie, hung out, played and talked together, and, most relevant to this blog post, played school. I got to be the teacher. Not something new to me, but hey, whatever made the kids happy. The girl I was playing school with is in first grade this year. We played for well over an hour. At one point, I was "teaching" math. We did some basic math problems, but then my "student" asked me to give her some patterns to try. I did my best. She pronounced them, "Easy!" I then asked her to make me some patterns to show me what hard patterns would be like. Safe to say, I would have failed that first grade math test. Those patterns kicked my butt!
This really made me think: if I've forgotten so much about patterns and the foundations of my math skills, what else have I forgotten? How much of what my teachers taught me have I forgotten? Have I remembered the things that are actually important? As a teacher, WHAT are the most important things for me to teach my students? How often do I forget the little moments that remind me why I teach day after day? Beyond school, how many things that should be cherished have I completely forgotten about?