My Husband Was My Teacher Too

My husband became a teacher to me as well.
Every morning before heading to work,
he’d leave me a small assignment—
a tricky word, a phrase with layered meaning.
While managing the house,
I’d study in between chores,
writing, memorizing, practicing.
He never scolded me for getting it wrong.
Thanks to him, I can now read and write
with ease and confidence.
And it didn’t stop there.
He’d bring stacks of books for our kids—
and always made sure to hand me a novel too.
He taught me gently,
without ever calling himself a teacher.
And in doing so,
he helped me become one for our children.

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