Teachable Moments
When I was in my forties, a manager several levels above me instituted a program called New Age Thinking for all the employees in his laboratory. The seminars he sponsored featured relaxation and meditation techniques, visualization, affirmations, and self-realization. I clearly recall my reaction when asked if I wanted to attend the voluntary seminars … I like the way I think just fine, thank you. Twenty something years later, some of these techniques are part of my day-to-day disciplines but smack dab in the middle of my arrogant forties, I wasn’t teachable. I didn’t know I wasn’t teachable … in fact, as far back as I can remember, I believed that we are here to learn from every experience. But my preconceived notions and insecurities … usually manifesting themselves as arrogance … kept me from doing so. I needed some Teachable Moments, which life was only too willing to provide.
In education, the notion of a Teachable Moment was popularized by Robert Havighurst in his 1952 book, Human Development and Education as a situation which arises that makes a student particularly open to learning from the discussion of a particular topic. Barach Obama recently expressed a wish that the controversial arrest of Harvard professor Henry Gates would be a Teachable Moment. Gates himself said that my entire career as an educator has been devoted to racial healing and improved race relations in this country. I am determined that this be a teaching moment. Teaching moment comes closer to what teachers or politicians mean by Teachable Moment … an instance in which a prescribed concept can be taught to someone else.
In the circles I travel, a Teachable Moment is a time at which I am open to learning something, most often brought on by a situation outside my usual routine. I like to think that the something I learn is God’s will for me. Unfortunately for us as a species, we are more frequently brought to our Teachable Moments by difficulties … if not crises or tragedies … in our lives. We seem too inclined to accept good times as our due instead of looking for lessons there. Recently, I read a post on (life)lessons, one of my favorite blogs. In Breaking open, the author expressed a wish to Find the lessons hidden within the craziness that is (her) life. She seems to have reached a Teachable Moment. I’ve spent many journal pages and many nights awake hunting for the lessons in such moments … sometimes, I’ve succeeded in finding them. But as I’ve aged, I’ve found that often, simply accepting the situation … without hunting for the lesson … is enough. The lesson is more likely to find me when I’m relaxed and open than when I’m search frantically for it. I think that’s called relaxing into life. What a concept.
What do you think? Do you have Teachable Moments? Do you have Teachable Moments in good times?
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November 18, 2010 at 8:01 am
Thank you for the tag back, as well as the honor of being one of your favorite blogs – I always appreciate your thoughtful reading and replies to my ponderings 🙂 Right now I’m shifting my focus to contentment, which in a way is exactly what you suggest, relaxing into life…maybe I’ve already learned some lessons!
November 18, 2010 at 9:58 pm
I can actually see that in your posts over time. I really enjoy reading you … your honesty is beautifully phrased.
November 18, 2010 at 10:11 am
“I like to think that the something I learn is God’s will for me.”
I like to think that too.
November 18, 2010 at 10:01 pm
Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me …
November 18, 2010 at 3:04 pm
I became teachable shortly after life handed me my own ass for about the 10th consecutive time in about 3 years.
It took this many beatings to sufficiently crack the protective shell I had formed over the nearly 4 decades prior. Made up of many strands of dysfunctional, unhealthy, insecure thinking and behaving.
As a result, I consider myself what might be called an lucky unlucky person. Meaning I suffered some pretty severe pain and major losses. But the final result was the privilege of being someone I never was when cocooned in my shell of sick self-preservation.
The pain was all worth it. The task now is to continue to grow and not fall into the mistake that progress is arrival.
Ciao.
Chaz
November 18, 2010 at 10:01 pm
I took a brief look at your blog and understand what you mean. I’ll be back to read when I have reading time. In the meantime,thank you for commenting ..