Yesterday, I jumped around on the trampoline with my three youngest kids, at separate times. With my daughter, Emily, I was brave enough to try a back flip (probably my first since the four stitches incident). Emily tried too.
I know how to flip on the trampoline but could not communicate to her how to make one’s body move in that way.
Knowing how to do something doesn’t mean you know how to teach it, much less make you a teacher. (Teachers everywhere agree vigorously, while a handful of “life coaches” everywhere probably don’t.)
There are many steps in teaching, but at a minimum, one needs to know how to:
1. Explain it,
2. Observe performance variations objectively, and
3. Identify the root cause of errors (not just the error but the root cause).
I know I repeated myself in the last bullet, but it is important enough to deserve it.
I think this relates to learning to fly and learning to drive, as well as how long it takes to learn. Implicit in each of those is finding the balance between self-directed learning and enlisting a teacher.
Life is a journey. And these are observations from ours.