I’ve spent over six years studying hard to become an expert in a very specific knowledge area. Like a PhD candidate, I’ve spent sleepless nights considering every aspect of my subject. I’ve considered the claims of experts in related areas, and I’ve experimented quite a bit. You could ask me practically any question about my subject, and I could come up with an informed answer. I’m passionate about my topic, always excited to share my newest discovery with interested observers. I’ve added related fields of study every couple of years since then. I can honestly say that no one else in the world has invested as much time into my area as I have.
Now, to be a good student, I need humbly seek out wisdom from the teachers God has put in my life. While I am indeed an expert in this area, it’s good to consider the perspective of those (particularly my chief research partner) who might see things from a different angle. I’ve been granted a deep insight into my subject, but I’m not infallible. There’s so much left to learn—I can and will spend the rest of my life gaining knowledge in this topic.
So why is it suddenly unimpressive when I tell you that this field of study is my children, rather than literature, physics, or the law? Why am I “just a mom” when we’d never say someone is “just” a chemist, “just” a mathematician, “just” an economist?
As we study our children day in and day out, let’s not let ourselves be conned by the world into undervaluing this precious area of expertise.