“Why can’t you be more like . . . . ?” Think back. Has anyone ever said this to you? Hurts – especially when they are comparing someone’s best quality to your worst fault. (Which always seems to be the case.)
Colton is playing hand-me-down to Trenton’s former teacher this year. And I’m nervous. Ron and I didn’t specialize in 1 ‘clone kid’ – each boy is totally different than the next. And for the good of it and the bad of it, we never have compared. (Mother’s of twins, you get this – right?)
Need a kid to bring his class to victory in a soccer match? Choose Trenton. How about leading the classroom in a good laugh to break the monotony? Trenton – not so much.
If Colton’s new teacher wants him to get up in front of the class and conduct an interactive game of “Name that Flag,” Colton will shine! Taking center stage with confidence, being uninhibited and making people laugh – Colton’s your man. But if the teacher becomes unusually irritated by this show of extroversion, Colton is in for a spin. And if the teacher spends any time comparing Colton to his older brother, the teacher will never discover what every parent inherently knows: related or not, no two brothers are the same.
Being a teacher is difficult and some cases, virtually impossible. Our teachers deserve tremendous respect and honor for what they do. No teacher worth his or her salt would ever dream of intentionally comparing one student with another. And yet, it happens.
We are waiting for the day Colton’s ‘filter kicks in.’ And yet, when it does, we will miss the old days when he had us all in hysterics. Ironically, Trenton and Colton bring out the best in each other. They’re an incredible duet. (But that’s another modern miracle I’ll tell you about one day…)
And things usually even out. It’s difficult to use the classroom as a platform for individuality. We are told to encourage diversity. But what are we really saying?
Now, go hang up that uniform and get to your homework!