I used to be a teacher. It was a short-lived career, interrupted after two years by the arrival of Joanna (a totally worthwhile interruption).
I taught a combined class of first and second graders at a Christian school. There were only 12 of them, but some days it felt like twice that. They were a…umm…spirited group. I loved them though…it really was a fun season.
[Sidenote: They’re in 5th grade now!! When I was pregnant with Joanna, we did math to figure out how old they would be when she was in Pre-K. A sneaky way to do some math, right? Anyway, we figured that they would be 7th grade. That seemed so far away when they were just 2nd graders, but suddenly, that’s only 2 years from now! Time, you’re crazy.]
Anyway, as with any 6-8 year olds, they lacked a filter for their thoughts and words. So, we had a series of questions they were supposed to answer before they said something. Although, more often than not, we used the questions after they had already blabbered something inappropriate.
Is it kind?
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
If the answer to any of those questions is “no”, then it shouldn’t be shared. Such simple questions. Yet, I think I could benefit from taking a minute and asking myself those questions before I speak.