My mom is a leopard, the kind that can’t change her spots. She lives in the moment, says what comes to her mind, and doesn’t look back. It’s history, over and done with. I am my father’s daughter, every sentence measured and every action reflected upon. My reflections often border on rumination, obsessing over the smallest misstatement for hours, days, or even years.

So this article is my latest rumination, more a sharing of questions than an article for information.

Recently, a colleague made a statement to the effect that the majority of physical education teachers are no more than recreation directors. My immediate, uncharacteristically, defensive response was, “I am not a recreation director.” Of course, later, I reflected on the moment and analyzed the statement.