I have a confession to make. This 41-year old does not possess the gift of ironing. In fact, I don't even own an ironing board. (Gasp!) If something needs ironed, most likely I don't even notice, but I just wear it anyway. Seriously though when push comes to shove, I can hand over the task to my mother who irons most everything she and my father wear. I simply don't like to iron. I don't have the right tools, and I'm not good at it. Thus, I don't do it.
Every year there are children in my classroom who are in over their heads, yet they don't have the option of opting out like I as an adult do when I'm not good at something. They are stuck. I could spend way too much energy pointing fingers at a lack of parental support, a faulty system that requires kids to blossom at the same time, an inconsistent kindergarten schedule, large classroom sizes, etc. When all is said and done, I'm left with this question. "How can I ensure these children experience the sweet taste of accomplishment no matter the stage they're at or the pace they're going?" I don't always have a good answer to this question, but it's one worth contemplating. If I were forced to iron everything I wore on a daily basis, I'd want someone in my corner as well.