This morning I gave this workshop over in Groningen at a business school.
The class was full of sixteen to twenty-three year olds.
Often I think of myself as just a big kid with all the enthusiasm and play that I do, but then I run into actual kids and I think, “Woah. I’m all kinds of adult.”
During a three hour workshop I realized that:
- I’m giving way way WAY too much information. It needs to be parsed down or more interactive or something. There’s just too much to learn in too little time. Retention is absolutely not possible.
- I’m thankful for my mother for teaching me how to raise my voice. I’m thankful to my eldest for teaching me how to mommy voice. And I’m thinking to today’s kids for teaching me how to use both at once.
- I’m an introvert. So so SO much an introvert. I’m utterly exhausted after one little three hour workshop.
- I have so much more respect for full time teachers, especially of this age group.
- I am absolutely terrified of my children hitting this age range. And simultaneously super thankful that I have at least thirteen more years before any of my children hit this age range. Then the twins hit this age range at the same time. And then all three children will be at this age range at the same time.
I’m so totally going back to bed now. Guaranteed vivid dreams cause that’s a lot to process. And I have another workshop with the same age range tomorrow morning.
Wish me luck.