Today, I was trying to convince the kids to come with me to church. (This is a long story, but basically, my kids had never been, and they had no clue what to expect.) I told them there were crafts, and other kids there, and a teacher.
My six-year-old daughter, still not convinced, said to me, without pause or concern, “We don’t need a teacher. We know stuff already.”
They know stuff already. My “teaching” and the people in their life “teaching” them is so invisible, they have no idea how they are learning. They just learn. They are learning machines. Capable, confident and enthusiastic.
So, I did manage to convince them to come. My daughter thought it was OK. Not fantab, but not horrible either. And on the way home, she said, “Our teacher was nice.”
Maybe teachers are not necessary in her world, but she’ll tolerate them. That works for me.