- Teacher
This blog was published on the Brazil Times website March 26 2012 upon
the occasion of our youngest son becoming a first time father. Much has changed since: Another baby, Preston; move to Indiana ; and, I also suspect,
becoming a better teacher.
The third most beautiful noun
in the English language is “teacher”.
This truth best illustrated out of the mouth of a Kindergarten child.
Of course the most beautiful
such word, out of the mouth of child or adult, is “mother.” And, at least I would like to think, second
place goes to “daddy.”
This, though, is about a
teacher.
Those in Brazil who
remember our youngest, Benjamin William Lewis (aka “Benji”, aka “the Hammer”),
might justifiably assume no good thing comes out of those darn skateboarders. Occasionally I will run into one of his
Northview teachers (they all seem to remember him), and each is equally amazed
when told how Benji “turned out.”
The hardest year for a
man is nineteen. All of our sons drifted
at about this time trying to find their direction. Benji was perhaps the driftiest (is there
such a word?).
He went forth with great
ceremony to Evansville
University to major in
Art and minor in skateboard. The minor
dominated and he returned to try ISU, now majoring in skateboard. His good friend Chris Newgent got him turned
on to Ball State University
(where apparently everyone sends their kids).
Not sure which he found first, himself or Lisa; but he would never have
found the former without the latter.
It was about this time he
said something which made me the proudest and most dumbfounded father on earth
-- he had decided to become a grade-school teacher. He said it was because he discovered how few
children had a good father image. He had
had such an image, and wanted other children to know what that was like.
Since graduating
(finally!) from Ball
State he and Lisa have
been teachers in a “disadvantaged” area of Charlotte North Carolina. From all reports he is an exceptional
teacher, though I still don’t see him as “Mr. Lewis.” We think he is so good at it because there is
no problem a parent can face pushing and shoving their kid through school that
we didn’t face with Benj. None of his
students can get away with anything, because he already tried it at that age.
On March 20, 2012
Benjamin became a first time father, Parker Michael Lewis, 7lb 7oz, 21 inches. (For
those keeping score at home our 12th grandchild, accompanied by two
great-grandchildren, as they keep rolling in.)
I told him daddies know everything, and now that he is a daddy he knows
everything. At least he knows as much as
I did when my firstborn came into the world – almost nothing. Having been a fifth grade teacher might help,
but I seriously doubt it. The child, it seems, becomes the ultimate teacher of
us all. Truth is, by the time you figure
out how to rear those darn brats they’re grown and gone and have succeeded in
spite of your efforts.
Maybe I was wrong. Benji may yet find out the most beautiful
noun in the English language is actually “Daddy”. It is when he says it to me.
David L. Lewis is
an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail
at thedaddy1776@gmail.com
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