My Role Model, My Motivation, My Mom
By Ilana Johnson
EDI 600 Psychological Foundation of Education
School of Education
Long Island University, C. W. Post
June 4, 2009
Yesterday was a fantastic class; I did not expect my classmate's stories about their role models to be as emotionally stirring as they were. For this journal entry, I thought that I would expound a little bit further about my role model.
As I shared yesterday with the class, my role model is my mother. Today, she is a fabulous woman at the age of 66; but for more than three decades, she was an educator.
In 1967, she was working at the U.S. Mission to the U.N. When she saw an article in the NY Times, announcing an intensive, summer-long program for prospective teachers. She entered the program, began teaching the following Fall, and the rest is history.
Throughout the years, people have asked me what is was like to have a teacher for a mom. When I was young, I would always complain that I was rarely allowed to stay home if I was ill (I had to practically be on my deathbed), my bed time was much earlier than my peers, and homework always came first. It's obvious that I only focused on the negative because as a child, I wasn't able to understand the “greatness” in having a teacher for a mom. As I grew older, my answers to the same question changed to: my education was a priority, my education is a priority, my education will always be a priority!
I will always proclaim that if were not for my mom, I would not be the person that I am today. I would probably be a school-dropout and floundering, clueless like an empty oyster shell, through life. My mom has my back at all times and is my greatest cheerleader. When I became pregnant, I was ummarried, not making much money and still living at home. She was in my corner from the beginning, never discouraging me, and respecting the fact that I wanted to keep my child She is my everlasting source of inspiration with her warm spirit, sense of compassion, and dedication to her former craft as an educator.
My mom has faced the most horrifying adversity in her personal life; and yet, she remains standing tall, proud, and unwavering. This is why I adore her, why she will always be my friend, my sister, my rock, my mom!
Long Island University, C. W. Post
June 4, 2009
Yesterday was a fantastic class; I did not expect my classmate's stories about their role models to be as emotionally stirring as they were. For this journal entry, I thought that I would expound a little bit further about my role model.
As I shared yesterday with the class, my role model is my mother. Today, she is a fabulous woman at the age of 66; but for more than three decades, she was an educator.
In 1967, she was working at the U.S. Mission to the U.N. When she saw an article in the NY Times, announcing an intensive, summer-long program for prospective teachers. She entered the program, began teaching the following Fall, and the rest is history.
Throughout the years, people have asked me what is was like to have a teacher for a mom. When I was young, I would always complain that I was rarely allowed to stay home if I was ill (I had to practically be on my deathbed), my bed time was much earlier than my peers, and homework always came first. It's obvious that I only focused on the negative because as a child, I wasn't able to understand the “greatness” in having a teacher for a mom. As I grew older, my answers to the same question changed to: my education was a priority, my education is a priority, my education will always be a priority!
I will always proclaim that if were not for my mom, I would not be the person that I am today. I would probably be a school-dropout and floundering, clueless like an empty oyster shell, through life. My mom has my back at all times and is my greatest cheerleader. When I became pregnant, I was ummarried, not making much money and still living at home. She was in my corner from the beginning, never discouraging me, and respecting the fact that I wanted to keep my child She is my everlasting source of inspiration with her warm spirit, sense of compassion, and dedication to her former craft as an educator.
My mom has faced the most horrifying adversity in her personal life; and yet, she remains standing tall, proud, and unwavering. This is why I adore her, why she will always be my friend, my sister, my rock, my mom!
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