Me and my teacher mom (Zhao Yan)

Me and my teacher Mom

Author: Zhao Yan / Teacher of Changqing Weiyang Lake School

My mother is a primary school Chinese teacher who is respected and loved by her students. During his teaching period, he received many honors. Whenever she recalls the past, she is always full of pride for her work; for her family, she is always full of self-blame. Especially for me, though she quipped to me every time: "You're your dad's pro doll." Since childhood, I have loved your father, other children come in the door to call their mother, you come in the door and call your father. But I could clearly read a hint of regret in her eyes. When I was a child, I went to bed and saw my father, and when I slept, my father coaxed me, and even my father tied my hair, asking where is my mother? The most my dad replied to me was "Mom went to work", and over time I stopped calling her, I knew she was a busy person.

When I reached the age of school, my mother took me to school with me, she went to work, I went to school, and finally I could see my mother every day, and it was from then on that I saw the busyness and hardship of my mother's work, because of her outstanding teaching achievements, the school has always let her take the graduating class, class during the day, issue questions, exams, change homework, read papers, reconcile student conflicts、......, study textbooks at night, prepare lessons, write lesson plans, and tutor my homework. Every time I recall here, my most memorable scene is a small round table, my mother and I sit on both sides, she prepares lessons, I write homework, do not disturb each other, this is only our two parent-child time, warm and incomparable.

Later, when I was in the sixth grade, my mother became my Chinese teacher. Witnessing the rigor of my mother's class, she will constantly adjust the teaching method because of explaining a difficult word, and even "dance with her hands" until we understand. She also witnessed the seriousness of her class, and she would instantly transform her smiling eyes into eagle-like sharp eyes because a student was naughty in class. She also witnessed the tolerance and wisdom outside her classroom, and she mediated the two classmates who met each other after class into good brothers who shook hands and made peace. In my memory, my mother rarely beat students, but we were both afraid of her and loved her.

On April 18, 2012, I vividly remember my mother's glorious retirement and my second year in the teaching profession. At that time, her mother had found a very serious cerebrovascular disease, and the doctor asked her to be hospitalized immediately, but in order not to delay the progress of the course, she had to rely on drugs for half a month before resting. The day after I retired, in order not to affect my work, my mother herself took her belongings and went to the hospital alone to go through the hospitalization procedures, and told me to concentrate on my work during my work and not to visit her, and the resolute tone still haunts my ears to this day, as if to remind me that I should never forget to focus on students at any time. The retired mother, who could have had a good rest, silently took on the responsibility of taking care of my two children, and I knew that she did not want me to be distracted and work well.

"Teaching is a conscience job, and we have to live up to our conscience." Since childhood, my mother's words have often been on my lips, and I have been nagging until she retires and I teach. When I was young, I also realized from my mother the hardships and difficulties of being a gardener. Gradually, I also began to dream of being a teacher, dreaming of one day standing on a three-foot podium like my mother to teach and educate people. As we get older, this desire grows stronger. After graduating, I entered a teaching position as I wished. She also did not live up to her mother's expectations, inherited her mantle, relayed her torch, and continued to plant peach and plum spring wind.

I remember the first lesson I taught, the content of the multiplication of second-grade mathematics, when I was a fledgling, full of confidence, stood on the podium, and talked in less than ten minutes. Unexpectedly, the principal who was listening to the class at that time expressed displeasure on the spot, and let me sit in the back of the classroom and personally go to the stage to demonstrate for me. After listening to the principal's demonstration class, I was enlightened and understood that the class was a university question. It turns out that in the eyes of the teacher, even the simple content should be explained in a simple and simple way according to the child's thinking, and the lecture is not simply to let the students memorize by rote, but to explain the context clearly, and to grant the students "fishing" instead of blindly "instilling". Just like explaining the multiplication trick to the students, to explain to the students that the multiplication trick is to solve the problem of continuous addition, when encountering the continuous addition of the same number, the multiplication trick is faster and more accurate, and then actively inspire the students' thinking, guide the students to establish a connection between multiplication and addition, think, understand, and master by themselves, all teaching activities must be in line with the students' cognition. Since then, I have deeply reflected on myself, read a lot of classroom teaching materials, and always go to other teachers' classes to "rub lessons" and "learn lessons". After a semester, my math class was not only recognized by the principal and loved by the students, but the students I brought with me achieved the first place in the final school district examination.

Later, due to internal adjustments in the school, the school leaders arranged for me to teach high-level Chinese. In order not to disappoint the students, I secretly decided that I must teach the class well. Before the class, each text is repeatedly pondered, looking for suitable teaching methods, encountering difficult to break through parts, while looking for teaching videos on the Internet to understand themselves, while asking for advice from experienced mothers, constantly simulating the situation of the lecture in the brain, repeatedly polishing, and striving to do a good job in each lesson; during the class, pay attention to each student's classroom reaction, adjust the teaching method in time; after class, each lesson does a good job of reflection, lists the advantages and disadvantages, and records it in detail, focuses on the deficiencies, finds the source of the problem, and seeks solutions in time. Over the past year, the reflection notes have recorded two large books, and at the same time, they have also found a teaching style suitable for themselves, and have undertaken open language classes and demonstration classes in the whole school district for many times, and have also grown a lot in professional teaching while winning honors. The recognition of my peers has brought me more and more professional happiness and strengthened my belief in education and teaching. In 2018, I participated in the provincial teaching expert competition, and after layers of selection, I won the title of teaching expert of the primary school language group in Xianyang City. While this competition gave me confidence, it also made me realize that I need to constantly enrich my professional knowledge, improve the level of education and teaching, deeply cultivate the three-foot podium, and adapt to the new form in order to become a qualified people's teacher.

Over the decades, I have gotten along with my students, including joys and sorrows, bittersweet and bittersweet, but also countless harvests and full of worthwhile. I still remember the first time I was a class teacher, in the office, I reprimanded a few mischievous students with a red face; I also remember the first Teacher's Day, a classmate suddenly ran to me between classes to give me a small snack; and when I learned that the students won the first place in the exam, I had an indescribable excitement and joy in my heart... Whenever I recalled this, I always unconsciously wet my eyes.

Ten years, fleeting, although the road of teaching is full of hard work, but in these more than three thousand days and nights I have made clear the value and meaning of life. Special thanks to my mother, she is not only my teacher, but also my master, but also my guide, but also my realization of the ideal of life and supporters, sincerely said: "Dear teacher mother, you have worked hard! ”