When Meghan was about two years old, my parents came and spent a week with us. Just before they came, I had bought Meg one of those wooden puzzles with the illustrated letters of the alphabet. Meg loved it, and was pretty quick learning how to put it together. When Mom came, she sat and played that several times with her, teaching her the names of all the letters. I hadn't attempted that, I figured two was kind of young. By the time Mom left, Meg knew all of her letters. She was very excited about that knowledge and would point out all the letters in signs all over town and tell us what they were.
She knew,on some level, that letters had to do with reading. She would ask how to spell words from time to time and I could see the little wheels turning. Sometimes, though, she would inform me that even though I spelled dog D-O-G, she spelled it her own way, which would be some random combination of letters. She was very stubborn about it, "no, I do it my OWN way". I told her that it was great that she had her own way, but if she wanted other people to know what she was writing, she had to spell her words in regular English. For the same reason, I couldn't teach her to read. She had to do it all her OWN way. I wasn't in any great hurry, she was only four at the time. But, it seemed so silly that a kid who knew her letters at two, couldn't grasp the reading thing.
She started kindergarten, with a wonderful teacher, Mrs McCabe. She was impressed that Meghan knew all of her letters, and asked if I had tried to teach her to read yet. I told her the story, and kind of just told her "good luck". But, I had underestimated the power of "teacher worship". Meg adored her teacher and anything she said was sacred and not to be disputed. Fortunately for us, Mrs McCabe was awesome and there was nothing to dispute. And Meg learned to read in less than a week.
We had similar experiences with piano lessons. I tried for about a year and just didn't have the necessary patience for "I do my OWN way". Then, I had my friend Lynette teach her for awhile. Lynette was someone who Meghan already loved, she was the mom of one of her best buddies. She did great with her and I was relieved to have someone else teaching her. Then Lynette moved away. Sad days. About the same time, though, we met another sweet lady who taught piano, and she still takes from her now. This patient, kind teacher has taught her much more than just piano, and I'm grateful to her.
Meg is now a teenager, and she attends seminary every morning. She has a great teacher, whom she loves. Many mornings she comes home, having learned some amazing thing that her dad and I have tried to teach her for years. But, because Sister Sawyer said it, or more likely, found a way for them to discover it for themselves, Meg now "gets" it. Seminary teachers deserve a special place in heaven.
So, you probably see a pattern here. I certainly do. And even though I home school Meghan now for a myriad of reasons, I still look for opportunities for her to be taught by someone else. She's much less stubborn with other people than with her parents, and I suppose that that's not all that uncommon. But, it makes me grateful for people who are willing to be teachers, for the many school and church teachers that have helped us teach this stubborn soul. She's a good kid, and being stubborn isn't always a bad thing, as long as she's being stubborn about the right things.
Tonight, she came home from her college class, telling me about how, when things go wrong, we shouldn't be a "victim" and try and blame it all on someone else. We should take responsibility and get up and deal with it. Pretty sure she's heard that from me her entire life. Thank goodness a teacher finally said it, so now it's true.