There are times when I’m thankful, for her sake, that my mother is no longer alive. Yesterday was one of those days. My mother would not understand or appreciate or even tolerate some of the changes that have taken place in our world. I fear that her empathy for others, especially children, would result in even more anxiety and bouts of depression if she were alive today. I know for a fact she would not understand our current education system at all!
I remember my great aunt saying that she arrived in Oklahoma in a covered wagon and lived to see a man walk on the moon. She was amazed by the progress of mankind and thrilled by many of the inventions and medical breakthroughs of her time. However, even she was an advocate of individuality and creativity and personal responsibility. I doubt she would be happy to see that the “system” is now more important than the individual.
I suppose it’s because of my genetic connection to those two women, and to my amazing grandmothers, that I often observe a trend or action that shouts “danger” to me, even though it seems innocent or even well-intentioned to others. I sensed that alarm yesterday and the feeling is even stronger this morning.
I am only one person. I am only one small voice. But I give you fair warning…we have reached the “tipping point” in education and may one day regret what we have done.