Celebrating 25 years of motherhood, day 9- Be teachable!

Day 9, be teachable.

“Be teachable, you are not always right.” I do not know who said this, but I lived by this mantra. Nobody is perfect and neither was I.

We are first generation immigrant parents. We did not go to school here in the US and hence had to learn a lot of things for the first time as adults when our first born started going to school.

There was no Google at our fingertips then. One had to ask and have an actual conversation with real people. I found no shame in admitting to the things I did not know and finding out the answers. To give you an example, we did not know anything about how high school curriculum worked here in the US, school sports, after school activities, marching band.

Before I knew it, I had completely immersed myself in understanding the education system and all the things that came with it and soon I was handling everything like a pro. I had become so well versed in the nuances of the marching band season that I have acquired myself the title of a “band mom”. Now, I have become an unofficial guiding light to all those first gen immigrant parents like us. I am always happy to share the wisdom I gained from asking and being teachable.

So, to all the first-time parents and especially the first-generation immigrant parents out there, be teachable, embrace the journey of learning, be open to new experiences, and never underestimate the power of being teachable.

Here is me flaunting my newly acquired title.

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