I have to admit, when I started teaching my second-grade class, I was worried.
I had never been in a class with an older child before, so I had no idea what to expect.
But I knew we would be doing a lot of moving, jumping, and chasing, and the kids had been taught the art of running from the first time they walked in the door.
We were learning to jump and chase like we were playing football, which is just amazing.
I thought, well, I could do this.
I didn’t have to worry about being able to teach this child, but I had to be ready for the rest of the class to do the same.
This week, I am excited to be teaching my fourth-grade students at the CTA.
I’m not only giving them a chance to be their first-grade selves, but to become adults, too.
They will be in charge of making decisions about the things they want to do, and that’s the most important part of the lesson.
They need to be in control of their lives and make the right decisions.
I know this sounds obvious, but it’s true: You don’t want to be a parent.
I am not talking about the time I took to find out I was pregnant, or the time that I gave birth to my son, or any of the other scary moments I have recounted on this podcast.
Instead, I’m talking about this week’s lesson, where we are giving the students the chance to take charge of their own lives and decide what they want out of life.
That means choosing between careers and families, and making the most of your time and attention.
When we teach this lesson, we don’t just tell the kids how to be adults, but we also tell them that they should be adults.
We want them to be able to make decisions about their lives, to take control of what they do, to make the best decisions for themselves.
That’s a message that resonates with me.
I love teaching this lesson to my kids, but what’s most important to me is to give them the freedom to make a life for themselves and be responsible for what they choose to do with that life.
So, as a parent, I want my children to have the freedom not to be dependent on anyone else.
They deserve the same kind of freedom I had as a child, and I want to show them how to do it.
That freedom means they can make their own choices, and it also means that they will have the power to do those decisions for the benefit of their children.
I am a father to a 7-year-old son.
My husband, who is a registered nurse, is also a physician, so he is a specialist in pediatrics and family medicine.
We both have kids of our own.
He is the one who has a PhD in pediatric medicine and pediatrics, and my son is the only one who knows how to swim.
One day in the fall of 2020, my son was diagnosed with a type of pneumonia called pneumopharyngeal polyposis, or P.P.P., which is a respiratory infection that can be very serious.
I asked him how he was feeling.
He didn’t know.
I explained to him that I was going to be the one to tell him, so we didn’t tell him until we got home.
He wasn’t sure, so it was my job to make sure he got the information he needed to make an informed decision.
My husband and I went over the medical information and talked about the risks and the treatments, and he was adamant that he wanted to get the pneumophagus removed.
He said he wanted the surgery, too, but the doctor would only recommend it if it was done in the emergency room.
So, I waited until I could get home and told my husband that I would call him the next day, but when I got home, he said he couldn’t wait.
I told him that if I had a choice between a good job and the pneumoblastoma surgery, I would go with the surgery.
We didn’t plan it that way.
My son has a long history of breathing problems, so my husband and we talked about all the different treatments that might help him breathe better, and decided that he should get the P. P., which involves removing the pneumoconium and making sure he gets enough oxygen.
My mom and I talked about how we needed to prepare for the surgery together, but after our son was discharged, he was a little more worried than usual.
He went to the emergency department and started to have trouble breathing.
After our son started to come down with P. p. p., we knew he had pneumonia and we immediately called the hospital.
We checked on him and checked on my husband.
After the hospital was notified, the nurses