A 23 year old Lie that I Chose to Believe

I’m going to tell you about a little lie that has been playing on repeat in my head for 23 years. Today, I finally recognized it for what it was and said, “I don’t believe it!”

I went to college for Elementary Education and as part of the program, I had to do a number of practice teaching assignments in different schools. My first assignment was in a 3rd grade classroom. I don’t remember much about what I taught or even what school it was, but what I do remember is the negative review I received from the cooperating teacher. It was a written review that was given to my professor. The review said I didn’t have good classroom management, couldn’t handle the class on my own, and could not be trusted with my own classroom. I immediately questioned this review (I mean, come on, it was my very first time in charge of a classroom. I had no training and no help. Who is supposed to be helping who here?)

Needless to say, I never ended up applying for teaching jobs or having my own classroom. I decided to teach one-on-one piano lessons because someone told me I was good at it and it seemed more manageable than a classroom of 25-30 kids.

What I never realized until today was the POWER OF THAT ONE NEGATIVE REVIEW. I walked away from teaching groups of kids ever since. Something I didn’t pay attention to over the years was that I really enjoyed organizing groups in my everyday “mom life”. I would gather groups of kids in a park to play with a parachute or play games. I also loved planning birthday parties and making up scavenger hunts for holidays. Group activities gave me a chance to use my creativity and adapt to changes on the fly.

Fast forward to today, I did a big thing. I taught my first GROUP piano class! It was so much fun, I couldn’t stop smiling. Why did I believe the lie for this long that I couldn’t teach groups?! Do you find it surprising that a negative word by a supervisor during a formative time in my life affected my entire career path? It is honestly kind of shocking that words of someone in authority could hold so much power.

Do you remember a time when a negative report or evaluation stuck with you and made you believe something about yourself that wasn’t true? Maybe you are someone in authority, a teacher, or even a parent who has spoken negative messages to the impressionable young people in your life? How can you be more careful with your words and be quick to apologize when you realize you may have been too negative or heavy-handed in your feedback?

I am pretty embarrassed it has taken me 23 years to realize that I like teaching groups and might even be good at it. What are you realizing about yourself? It’s never too late to try something new. The only failure is an unwillingness to give it a try.

Here are some photos from my group piano performance class today.

Piano Teacher for Life

I have been teaching piano lessons for pretty much my whole life. I went to a small private school, and as a high school student, I made a poster to distribute asking if anyone wanted piano lessons. I had a handful of families respond. I think I charged $5 a lesson. Here is an old photo at my very first student recital. As you can see, classroom management has never been my gift. Luckily, weekly lessons are one on one, and that is where I do my better work.

My desire to teach comes mostly from having great teachers who were incredible role models. Here were my childhood teachers, Lucille Suelflow and Helen Wambeke, my musical cheerleaders.

This photo was taken at my Senior Recital.

Following highschool, I went to college at University of MN Morris where I majored in Elementary Education and minored in music. During college, I taught students in the campus practice rooms and then after college, I had a teaching space in the side room off of the town laundromat. Super weird, but at the time, I thought it was great. I had snack vending machines for breaks and could do laundry between lessons. Some of my favorite students were the adults wish special needs.

Most of the students in this pictures are now adults with their own kids.

We moved to Minneapolis in 2006 and I answered an add in the Star Tribune for a piano teacher at a studio called All 12 Notes. I started in a little teeny tiny practice room with 2 students and expanded to about 25 students over the next few years. I loved working in a shared space with other teachers. Unfortunately, that studio closed. I wanted to keep my students, so I started traveling to their houses each week for lessons. It was stressful at first keeping to a schedule, timing things right to get from Minneapolis to St Paul, especially during snow on bad weather days. In 2012 we moved to St Paul and then the driving became much smoother.

I have the rare opportunity of spending 30 minutes a week one on one with the same student for sometimes 5-10 years of their life. Going to their homes, I meet their parents, grandparents, neighbors, siblings, and pets. I get a glimpse into their lives and routines. I often observe families going through life transitions as well as just the daily grind of homework, meal prep, sports, and extra curricular activities. I get to see the slow and steady growth in both the student’s musical ability as well as their personal growth in other areas.

I love the challenge of teaching to the individual needs of each student. It’s exciting to figure out what makes a student light up and what types of sounds they are drawn to. I have to discover how they learn best and what motivates them. One young student this week told me “I’ve always dreamed of playing Bach” and another student only wants to play songs from Star Wars. I’ve been teaching piano for over 20 years and I’m still learning new things.
I love that I get to be a caring, interested adult in the life of my students.

Today I overheard my two youngest kids as we were driving in the car. They were talking to each other about their favorite teachers. My youngest said, “I really liked my 1st grade teacher best because I knew she cared about me.” That made me smile. That resonated with my teacher heart. Letting kids know that an adult in their life other than their parent truly cares for them and is cheering them on – that is priceless.