May 03

Nine Moments

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Yesterday, the amazing Everett turned nine.  Unfortunately, he spent a portion of his day at the pediatrician’s, getting diagnosed with pink eye.   He’s already on the mend today, and enjoying a lazy day before his party this weekend.   In honor of his nine beautiful years, here are nine happy Everett moments from the past year:

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Showing his strength on our 4-day trek through the Mojave desert last spring. I love this picture because 1) it’s just very Everett, and 2) it’s when he had his hair bleached blond.

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Last summer, when he learned to become a confident swimmer.

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Being a model, and guinea pig, for Mom and Dad’s fledgling air-brush tattoo business

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Enjoying the beach at the Wide Sky Days conference in San Diego

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Ha. Goofing off on a toilet during a game at a fall festival.

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SNOW! Flagstaff over Christmas.

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“Life must be lived as play.” ~ Plato

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Tegan’s birthday party at their gymnastics school… one of his favorite places

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Supporting his big brother, Spencer, at the 2013 Walk for Children With Apraxia of Speech. Last weekend.

Happy, happy birthday, Everett.  Thank you for another year of love and laughter.   I’m so thankful I get to be your mom, and your friend.


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May 02

Ten Tips for New Bloggers




 

Day Two of the “blog every day in May” challenge:  Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at.

So many things to choose from!!  Making cupcakes?  Dropping my cell phone?  Yoga?  Losing my car keys?  Doing fancy things to my fingernails?  Being an insomniac?  Listening?  Wiping runny noses and cleaning up spilled paint and glue and oil and glitter and vomit and …..

Surely any of the above could spawn at least a dozen blog posts.   But since my attention is currently on a blog challenge, all I can think about at the moment is …well, blogging.

So I give you my ever so humble list of things I wish someone had told me when I first decided to start a blog.

1.  Write what you know.  I always HATED that advice when I was a kid writing stories.  I mean, what if I wanted to write about flesh-eating zombies?  And surely writers like Stephen King and Dean Koontz didn’t get famous for writing about their real-life experiences.  But when it comes to blogging, I think this particularly piece of wisdom is sound.  Blogging is intimate and personal, and it only works when a person is being true to themselves.  Nothing turns me off from a blog faster than a person who is disingenuous.   Be honest, be candid… but above all, be yourself.

2.  Connect with your readers.  I’ve often heard it advised that it’s a good idea to end blog posts with a question, because it engages your readers, and encourages participation.  I have tried it on occasion, but it never felt right.  It didn’t feel like me (see #1), so I dropped it quickly.  I do however love – and see the importance in – connecting, sharing, and exchanging ideas on my Facebook page and through comments and emails.  Once you have people reading what you write, you make up a whole little tribe, whether there are 5 readers or 5,000.  Which is really really cool.  And the tribe needs to be tended to just like any other relationship.

3.  Connect with other bloggers.  Speaking of tribes, I am so grateful for my fellow mom bloggers!  I’ve been fortunate enough to get to know many of them, and they’ve been invaluable to me both as a blogger and as a human being.  They’re a huge source of support, ideas, and inspiration.   Not to mention, they’re some of the only people who are going to really get it when you get your feelings crushed by your first negative comment.  When you find other blogs you love:  show up, read, and comment.  Share their stuff.  Tell your friends.  Repeat.

4.  Don’t get hung up on numbers. For the first few years of this blog’s existence, I had about 13 regular readers.  I loved my 13 readers, and I still do.  :)   The times when my reach has grown, it’s been completely organic.  A few kind someones appreciated something I posted, and passed it along.  That’s it.  I never did figure out WHY certain things “hit” and others don’t.   I do know though that it doesn’t matter.   A post isn’t more or less valuable just because it has been viewed by 50,000 people.  Your words aren’t more or less valuable than mine just because you have half as many or ten times as many views.  I personally think there’s a real danger in placing too much importance on growing your blog.  In fact it almost… grieves me… when I see a previously cool and unique little blog markedly change its focus, and start doing things specifically aimed at improving numbers.  The disingenuous thing I mentioned in point #1?  That comes through in a major way when blogs start to write/publish/share solely to increase their numbers instead of for the love of it, and it’s often the point at which I unfollow.

5.  Keep it simple.  Bright colors, light text on dark background, cluttered side-bars, and lots of flashy, blingy stuff is distracting.  If you want people to come back, keep it clean, simple, and easy to navigate.  And for the love of all that is good and holy do NOT have music that automatically plays on your page!  Yes, people can mute it (if they can figure out how) but very few people stick around long enough to do so.  For real.

6.  Be prepared for ugliness.  I was devastated the first time I got a nasty comment on one of my posts.  I was devastated the 12th time too.  And the 300th time.  I wish that I could say that it gets easier, but for me it hasn’t.  I will say though, that while I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy that aspect of blogging, I have accepted it.  It comes with the territory of “putting yourself out there”, and it’s something that I’ve learned to deal with.  I know that’s it’s not about me.  And it’s not about you, either.  It’s just that when you write – about absolutely anything – it opens you up to criticism.  To being called a terrible writer.  And a terrible mother.  And a terrible person.  With terrible children.  It opens you up to unkind words, unsolicited advice, and unwarranted hatred.  I don’t say this to discourage you though, because you also need to:

7.  Be prepared for beauty.  It never, ever fails.  I’ll be feeling misunderstood.  Unheard.  Discouraged and ready to quit.  I’ll want to delete my whole blog, never to share a single word again.   And then it comes:  an exquisitely timed kind and encouraging word in the form of an email, comment or Facebook message.  Often from a stranger, and always exactly what I need to hear at the exact moment that I need to hear it.  Those kind messages make it all worthwhile.  I know it sounds ridiculously cliched, but it’s true:  knowing even one person, somewhere, is somehow touched or helped or amused or moved by something I shared is the reason I keep writing.  So thank you.

8.  Write regularly.  Once a day, twice a week, once a month.  Pick something and hold yourself to it.  Daily blogging burns me out, but I’ve definitely found that if I go too long between posts, I lose my momentum, and the community that I spoke of in number two sort of gets stagnant.  Posting regularly gives you a sense of routine, AND it gives your readers some consistency.  One of my very favorite blogs (which has nothing to do with either unschooling or parenting) updates once a week, and I love knowing that I can count on a new post every Tuesday.

9.  Don’t be afraid of trying new things.  Giveaways, blog-hops, themes, reviews, videos, challenges… there are lots of cool things to try and do and play with when you need an infusion of something fresh.  Sometimes they’re a hit, and sometimes they flop.  :)

10.  Take how-to advice (including this list) with a big grain of salt.  So you want to put on a fake persona, never connect with anyone, do everything in the book to explode your stats, and play Milli Vanilli’s greatest hits to everyone who comes to visit your page?  Go for it.  It all comes back around to point number one and being yourself.    When you stop being yourself and instead start following a checklist of ways to Make Your Blog Awesome, it shows.  To me, a blog is about being genuine, relatable, and real.  So while I like reading tips on blogging occasionally,  I take it all in, see what resonates, and leave the rest.  I break a lot of “rules”, and make no apologies.

As is so often the case, even when it comes to blogging:  outside the box, outside the norm, and off the beaten path…. that’s where all the magic happens.

P.S.  But please don’t make me listen to Milli Vanilli.


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May 01

The Story of My Life

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Harry:  Why don’t you tell me the story of your life.

Sally:  The story of my life?

Harry:  We’ve got eighteen hours to kill before we hit New York.

Sally:  The story of my life isn’t even going to get us out of Chicago.  Nothing’s happened to me yet.  That’s why I’m going to New York.

Harry:  So something can happen to you?

Sally:  Yes.

Harry:  Like what?

Sally:  Like I’m going to journalism school to become a reporter.

Harry:  So you can write about things that happen to other people.

Sally:  That’s one way to look at it.

Harry:  Suppose nothing happens to you.  Suppose you live out your whole life, and you never meet anybody, you never become anything, and finally you die one of those New York deaths, where nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts into the hallway.

Sally:  Amanda mentioned you had a dark side.

Harry:  That’s what drew her to me…

~from When Harry Met Sally, one of my favorite movies of all time.

 

When I first saw that the theme for May 1st was “Your Life Story” (from the Blog Every Day in May challenge by The Story of My Life) , I immediately thought of this quote.  It kind of IS the story of my life:  My brain thinks in movie quotes.  Always.  And also because I can relate to the “nothing’s happened to me yet” sentiment.  But not in a bad way!  In the absolute best kind of way.

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In eight months, I’ll turn 40.  I’m actually really excited about that.  I see all those “boo-hoo I’m turning 30 (or 40 or 50 or whatever)” posts, and I don’t get it.  My 30′s were far better than my 20′s, which were far better than my teens.  My teenage years were filled with angst.  In my twenties, I was a newlywed, broke and confused and sort of floundering through life.  I “found” myself in my 30′s.  I also found self-respect and self-confidence.  I found my voice.  I found ME.  I have absolutely no reason to believe that my 40′s aren’t going to be even better.

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My childhood?  It was …  fine.  Lovely even.  Lots of fun.  Lots of happy memories.  A close, all-American family in New England; a (mostly) good experience in school; plenty of friends and pets and play.  But my life story?  My favorite part of the story is NOW.  Today.  This moment.

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In the words of Natasha Bedingfield, “The rest is still unwritten.”


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Apr 30

Getting away, real life, and perspective

Last week at this time, I was drinking my morning coffee here:

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And walking here:

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And exploring here:

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And admiring these:

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It wasn’t technically a vacation for Mike, who was there for a TIAA Cref conference … but for myself, who tagged along just for the fun of it, didn’t have to sit in on any sessions about benefit options, and never once uttered any words like “fiduciary”… it was ALL vacation.

Vacations are weird.  There’s no better way to say that.  We got on a plane, we flew across the country… and real life ceased to exist.  For nearly an entire week our biggest problem (um, except for my temporary crisis that shall not be talked about) was deciding between Mexican and Italian for dinner.  Or what movie we were going to watch.  Or how much we should tip the tour guide.  Or which seashells we’d be taking home as a souvenir.

It was lovely and relaxing and it renewed my spirit.

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Things like bills?  Doctor’s appointments?  Errands?  Housework?  Crazy schedules?  Nope.  They were forgotten.  Existing only in some alternate reality that applied to other people.  Not me.

The night before we headed home from Marco Island, I started getting grumpy.  That same grumpy feeling I get on Sunday evenings when Mike’s been home for a particularly nice long weekend and has to go back to work the next morning.   That.  But multiplied by a factor of ten.

I couldn’t wait to see and hug my kids (who’d been enjoying their own vacation with their grandparents), but the real life…. stuff… that was also waiting for our return?  Not quite as excited for that part.

It wasn’t until we were on the plane, somewhere between Ft Myers and Minneapolis, that it hit me.  The only reason I hadn’t worried about any of life’s little distractions going on at home was that I chose (whether consciously or subconsciously) not to.   And if I could choose to do that in Florida, couldn’t I choose to do it in Phoenix?

The world hadn’t stopped spinning.  Nothing had changed.

My mortgage still has the same number of zeroes no matter what side of the country I’m on.

It wasn’t the first time I’ve had such a realization (and I’m sure it won’t be the last), but I found my sudden epiphany freeing.  I don’t need white sand or palm trees to rest… in either mind, body, or soul.  It’s a choice, and it’s always been a choice.

When we’d landed safely back in Phoenix, I breathed in the dry desert air with gratitude.  Home feels good.  And when we walked in the house and were immediately met with an ant situation, I couldn’t help but laugh.  It’s all part of the experience.


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Apr 17

How Would Jesus Parent?

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Before I had kids, I never thought about what kind of parent I would be. It seems almost inconceivable to me now, given what a defining role that motherhood would come to play in my life, but it’s true. It simply never entered my mind. Until the very moment my first son was born, I remained embarrassingly, and happily, ignorant.

As it turns out, my lack of preparedness didn’t hurt me. When it came to parenting, I quickly realized that it wasn’t something I could really plan out anyway.

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Jump on over to the Faithful Parenting series to read the rest.


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Apr 15

Ten Steps When You’re Worried

I was going through some old stuff this weekend, and found a bunch of jotted down notes about dealing with worry.  I don’t know where they originally came from… a sermon?  A book?  A fellow homeschooler?    (If you recognize it, let me know, as I’d love to give credit!)  As is always the case when God or the universe or whoever you believe puts these things in our paths, the timing was uncanny and I thought they should be shared.

Because.

1.  Write down exactly what you’re worried about, and then flush it or burn it.  Let it go.

2.  Talk to the right people about it.  Talk to the people who you trust, people who can help you come up with solutions.

3.  OR, stop talking about it altogether.    Don’t allow yourself to focus on your worry.

4.  Schedule time to worry.  Write your worries down, tell yourself that you’ll put those worries “on hold” for six months, and let them go.  Chances are, when you do come back to them in six months, they will no longer be an issue.

5.  Make a list of things that are going well.

6.  Reformulate or rephrase your worries.  You might not actually be worried about what you think you’re worried about.

7.  Be solution-oriented.  Ask yourself, “What concrete thing can I do about this right now?”

8.  Break the cycle with different and new behavior.

9.  Think about what “success” means for you and/or your family.  Focus more on happiness:  relationships, engagement, meaning, and personal accomplishment.

10.  Finally, take care of yourself.  Get enough sleep.  Exercise.  Eat healthfully.  Spend time with friends and family.  Do things you love to do.  Taking steps to care for yourself will automatically raise your happiness equilibrium.

The more you try to to worry, the harder it is.  Instead, take baby steps to be happier.

 


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Apr 12

Inside my Head

Cant_stop_thinking_cartoon A few days ago, I saw one of those Facebook memes that said something to the effect of, “Men, if you want to know what it feels like to be in the mind of a woman, just imagine a browser with 2587 tabs open.  All the time.”

It made me laugh because 1) I am the person with 2587 open at all times on my computer, and 2) my brain doesn’t shut off.  Ever ever.

Yoga and meditation has helped in that regard, but only minimally.  It takes a Herculean effort on my part to let go and stop the geyser of thoughts that are tumbling and tangling and pouring through my brain.  Sleep offers no relief, because I dream (vividly) all. night. long.

Yesterday I had an MRI – my third since my shoulder issue started almost a year ago – and you know what there is to do inside an MRI machine?  Nothing but think.

Here is just a tiny sampling of my thoughts, which likely took up the first 13.5 seconds of the 15 minute MRI:

The nurse who brought me back had really nice hair.  Long and black and super shiny.  Why did they have me take off my bra, which has no metal in it, and let me leave on my rings and my earrings and my nose ring which are ALL metal?  Why is this thing so small?  It’s really small.  I’m a pretty average sized women (5’7″, 135 pounds), and there’s no way that a big 6’4″, 350 pound linebacker would fit in here.   Do they have bigger MRI machines somewhere else?  Surely football players end up having MRIs all the time.  I wonder what percentage of pro sports players have chronic injuries and/or pain for the rest of their lives.  This position is really making my shoulder hurt.  I’m going to be in so much more pain after this.  Why is this thing so noisy?  You’d think that in 2013, when the technology exists to fit an entire computer in your pocket, that they’d be able to find a way to make it quieter.  Ear plugs, and headphones with music and it’s still loud.  If you’re fortunate enough to never have been in an MRI, it sounds like a jack hammer.   Not like a jack hammer coming in from outside on the street, but like you’re INSIDE the jack hammer.  There’s a deep chip in the paint above my head.  How did that get there?  The rest of the paint is… looking around… yep, clean and fresh and white and pristine.  What could have caused the chip?  Did someone freak out and flail around and bump it, causing the chip?  Even if someone DID flail around, what could have chipped it?  They’re not wearing a watch or anything heavy.  The thought of someone flipping out inside an MRI machine is unpleasant.  My heart’s definitely beating faster.  New thought.  I wonder if Spencer is still on the Spanish lesson website he was on when I left.  He seemed to be really enjoying it.  Is there *anything* you can’t learn about on the internet?  No, really, is there?  I really should have answered the MRI lady’s question about radio station preferences instead of saying, “Anything is fine.”   I do that a lot, I guess because of a need to be compliant and “easy”.  This station is playing, what, some sort of 70′s music?  And not the cool 70′s music either, but the waa-waa 70′s elevator music.  Not that I can really hear it, but every now and then when there’s a pause in the jack-hammering, it’s there:  put-me-to-sleep crybaby music.  I wonder, COULD I actually sleep in here?  Could I get that relaxed?  I’m actually pretty relaxed.  Deep slow yoga breaths of de-stress.  Yes, that’s nice.  Close my eyes.  Yeah… I can’t sleep in here.  I wonder what I should get at the Thai place tonight?  Play it safe with what I love, or branch out and try something new?  That’s really white paint.  And a really blue line.  If I cross my eyes, there’s two of them.  Seriously, HOW did that chip get there?  I’ll definitely get the Pad Thai….

And on and on, ad infinitum.  Until the nice young MRI guy pressed the button that rolled me out, lowered me down, and helped me extricate myself from the contraption that was holding my shoulder in place.

My husband, who often asks, “Do you ever stop thinking?” would have had a different experience in the MRI.  His version, and internal dialogue, would have looked something like this:

This is boring.

It’s exhausting being me.


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Apr 09

Unschooling, According to the Kids

Yesterday, I took the opportunity to have a chat with all four of the kids about unschooling.  I wanted to be able to share their words, their thoughts, and their perspectives.  What follows is just a portion of the awesome conversation that unfolded.  Bold words are mine, and responses are from Spencer (16), Paxton (12), Everett (almost 9) and Tegan (5)

What is unschooling?

Everett:  It’s learning what you want, in the way that you want to learn it.

Paxton:  It’s hard to explain.  Being autodidactic.  That’s unschooling.

Spencer:  Unschoolers can learn what they want, when they want.

Paxton:  They’re not forced to go with the “system”

What is the best part of unschooling?

Tegan:  Playing, and playing tag, and playing dolls, and all sorts of fun stuff.  Okay… Playing.

Everett:  I like all of it.

Paxton:  Having the freedom to be able to do what you want, when you want.

Spencer:  Being able to set your own schedule.

Are there any negatives to unschooling?

Paxton:  Not that I can think of, no.

Everett:  No.  I like everything about it.

Spencer:  Nope.

Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on anything by not going to school?

Tegan:  I do!  Like story time.

Paxton:  Well I might be missing out on opportunities to make a few friends…

Everett:  Yeah

Paxton:  But I’m okay with that because I’m an introvert, and that’s what homeschooling groups are for anyway.

Spencer:  Absolutely not

Which leads me to my next question.  Do you feel like you have enough opportunities to be around other kids/make friends?

Paxton:  Yes

Spencer:  Yes

Everett:  Yeah

Tegan:  Mmm hmmm.

How do you know you’re learning if you’re not tested?

Tegan:  Well, I know I’m learning because everybody tells me that I’m learning every day

Paxton:  Because it’s a fact.  You learn something new every day whether you realize it or not.

Spencer:  Just because I know more stuff than I used to know

Paxton:  Over time, you just realize that you know more and can do better

Everett:  Even in school, the teachers can’t really know if you’re learning, because they’re not inside your head

Spencer:  Yeah, that’s a good point.  You could get an A on one test, or you could get an F, even if you know the answers.

Right, some people just don’t test well.

Everett:  So the teachers can’t always know, because they’re not you

Some people think that unschoolers will only learn things that are easy for them, and will not ever challenge themselves.  So do you learn things that are difficult, or do you just go for easy things that you know you’ll do well?

Spencer:  I like a challenge

Paxton:  Yeah, if it’s too easy, it’s no fun.  If it’s too hard, it’s no fun.

Everett:  And if at school, if you were doing something hard that you didn’t want to do and were forced to do it… you couldn’t take a break and do something easy for awhile when you wanted to.  With unschooling, you can put the harder thing down for awhile, and do an easier thing.

Paxton:  Absolutely.  I’m going into programming games in Python, and that’s learning like millions and millions of lines of code.  It’s not exactly an easy thing to do.

But you have the motivation to do it because…

Paxton:  Because that’s something I want to do for a career.

Do you think you’ll ever want to try to go to traditional school?

Spencer:  No

Paxton:  Unless it’s necessary for what I want to do with my coding, no.

Everett:  I might eventually want to go, just to try it out to see, but I’m happy being unschooled.

Spencer:  There’s so many advantages to unschooling.

Do you think unschooling would work for any child?

Paxton:  Not necessarily… some people might be more inclined to want to go to school.

Everett:  Yeah

What would you say to a parent who says, “Unschooling would never work for us because my kid would just sit and watch TV all day, and would never learn anything?”

Paxton:  You learn something new every day

Everett:  You might think they’re not learning, but they really do learn something, whether you see it or not

Paxton:  What if they’re watching shows about something they want to do as a career?

Spencer:  Exactly

Paxton:  Then being able to sit and watch TV all day would be a huge bonus

Paxton:  I watch Mythbusters because I want to blow stuff up.  Blowing stuff up is cool.

Everett:  I totally agree with that

Paxton:  But the science on Mythbusters is really cool

Some people that with unschooling, the kids run the house.  Agree or disagree?  Who do you think runs our house?

Spencer:  You and Dad.

Tegan:  Spencer took my answer!

Everett:  I think we all run the house

Paxton:  Disagree.  Obviously you as the parents get the final say if an issue comes up, but it’s really pretty much a family deal around here.

Tegan:  Mommy and Daddy, and everyone except the pets

Some people say that unschooling equals unparenting… that there’s no guidance, and that the kids just run around all willy nilly.

Paxton:  No.  Just, no.

Paxton:  I mean, to an extent.  You’re not strict like other parents, but there’s still guidance.

Spencer:  And there’s rules…

Paxton:  Not so much rules, but just general.. what’s the word…

Principles?

Paxton:  Principles, yes, but something else.  Just general… The word’s on the tip of my tongue.  It’s two words… (he’ll think of it later)

Okay, we’ll come back to that.  How do you learn to do math if you never have a math lesson?

Spencer:  Just doing it in our daily life

Paxton:  I use math on a daily basis… sometimes for fun, and sometimes just to figure something out.

Everett:  I taught myself.

But how did you learn it?

Paxton:  By doing it.

Everett:  You just do it, and then you do it more, and practice and you get better…

How did you learn to read?

Spencer:  Books

Everett:  The same as math

Paxton:  Self-taught.  Autodidactic.

Spencer:  Playing games, doing things on the computer…

Do you feel like you’re being sheltered from the real world?

In unison:  No

You guys are giving really short answers..

Paxton:  Do you want a novel for each question?

Yes  (laughter)  Okay, what do you think is the biggest misconception about unschooling?

Everett:  That kids don’t learn anything, that they are just running around doing what they do.

Paxton:  I agree with what Everett said, and also that the kids run the house.  That’s not true.  So not learning anything, the kids running the house deal.  I’m still looking for the two words from that other question…

Do you feel like you’ll be prepared for a future career?

Spencer:  Yes, because I’m already working on what I want to do for a career right now (working on small engines)

Paxton:  Yes, that’s why I’m starting that Python class next week.

When you have kids, do you think you’ll send them to school or will you unschool?

Tegan:  Well, I’m not going to send them to school when they’re little, but I might send them to school when they’re big

Everett:  I would do what they wanted to do.  If they wanted to go school, I’d let them go to school.  If they wanted to be unschooled, I’d unschool

Tegan:  I want to change my answer.  I’d let them choose.

Paxton:  I’d let them do what they want to do too, but I’d definitely try to urge unschooling

Spencer:  I’d unschool

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Paxton:  Common sense!!!  Common.  Sense.  Those were the two words.  I don’t even remember what the question was, but common sense.

Was it the question about not having any guidance?

Paxton:  Maybe… In the context of knowing what to do, and what not to do.  Common sense.

Ooooh, okay, you mean you don’t have to have rules, because how you act in a household is just common sense?

Paxton:  Yes!

So how did you learn to have this common sense if you didn’t have rules, weren’t punished….

Paxton:  Because it’s common sense…. Like if you do something once and something bad happens, you say to yourself, “Oh I probably shouldn’t do that again.”

Let’s go back to the question about kids just watching TV or playing video games all day, because that’s a real concern for some people.  Do you think that it’s an actual thing that happens, or do you think it’s a misconception?

Paxton:  I think it just depends on the kid.  It can happen, but it’s not a bad thing.  If you think about it, a kid that’s free to choose isn’t going to play a video game or watch a TV show all day unless it’s something that they’re really interested in or passionate about.

Everett:  Yesterday, I was watching a video about how educational video games could be

Do you think you get a well-rounded education being able to follow your own interests? 

Everett:  Well with unschooling, you’re not forced to learn about any one thing.  You can learn about other things if you want to

Paxton:  But do you want to?  When you’re following an interest, do you learn a variety of things, or do you just learn about that one thing?

For example, basic skills…. reading, writing, math… do you feel that you get all those basic skills just by following your own interests?

Spencer:  Yes

Everett:  It kind of depends on what your interest is, but yes

Paxton:  I definitely got my math brain from my father, but even just by learning about what I’m passionate about, I’m definitely learning a lot about math and numbers and words… how to put this together and that together and try this… engineering….

If you want to learn about something, what do you do?   What tools do you use? Who helps you?

Tegan:  Well, you help me.  I want to learn about going on the green slide, and driving and stuff.   You help me.  You’re my person.

Paxton:  You’re her person

Spencer:  Well, right now I’m interested in getting better at small engines, so your uncle’s been really helpful

Paxton:  If I want to learn about something, my first instinct is to go to YouTube

Everett:  Yeah

Paxton:  Or, you know, find a book or something.  Or find somebody that I know who has an interest or knowledge of that subject

Oh!  Here’s a question.  Some people think that unschoolers don’t use books.  True?

Spencer:  Wrong!

Everett:  That’s totally not true

Paxton:  I for one, don’t particularly enjoy doing my reading from books.  But I will do a lot of research online… find articles, forums, everything on the subject that I want to learn about

Spencer:   I like books.  You got me that whole set of books on engine repair, and they’ve been a good resource.

Paxton:  Yeah, you’re very supportive of what we want to learn about, and help us find what we need to learn more about it, and to follow the interest.

Spencer:  Yes, you are

Everett:  But you don’t force us to do it

Paxton:  No, you just help us when we need it

So you don’t feel like I’m “hands off”, or that you’re learning on your own?

Paxton:  Not at all

Everett:  Because if we have an interest, you support it, and you help us research it.  And even if we want to do something, and can’t figure out, “how do I do this?”  we can ask you.

Do you ever feel like you’re overly encouraged?  Like do you think that you’re being pushed to take certain paths?

Spencer:  No

Paxton:  You’re encouraging us in the areas we want to pursue.

Everett:  Right, you’re not encouraging us to go into chemistry if we want to go into math.

Paxton:  I feel like any job we chose would be supported

So, Spencer you want to go into engine repair and landscaping;  Paxton you want to be a computer programmer.  Everett, do you know what you want to do when you grow up?

Everett:  Making games would be fun

Paxton:  He’s said he’d like to go into sound effects

Everett:  Yeah that’d be really fun job to do

Some people think that since we don’t really have rules in the house, and since the parents aren’t really the “boss”, that you’ll never learn how to respect authority.  What do you think about that?

Everett:  That’s not true.  We learn to respect others.

Paxton:  Again, it’s just common sense.  There are rules everywhere, and we learn to follow them if we want to be part of… Part of…

Society?

Paxton:  Yes, society.  We’re respectful members of society, just not the system.

Okay, let’s talk socialization.

Paxton:  I’m socially awkward

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Paxton:  No, I’m not that socially awkward.  I’m not Sheldon.  I know how to introduce myself, say hello, shake people’s hands….

Spencer:  In school,  you’re mostly just around other kids

Paxton:  In the same room, all day

Everett:  With kids that you might not even choose to be around.  Or be friends with.

Paxton:  And being out of school, we’re around people of all ages.  I like being able to make friends with other people who have similar lifestyles, but if we don’t, I can adapt and still say hi and be friendly and become friends with one another.

Here’s one someone asked me the other day.  How do you know that you prefer unschooling to school, if you’ve never been to school for comparison?

Spencer:  We can just talk to friends that have gone to regular schools.

Paxton:  Well I’ll find out next week, even though I’m not actually going to school.

Right, but it’s one class that you chose, and something that you’re interested in.

Paxton:  That’s true.  It’s really different than going to school for what, 7 hours a day?  Being forced to learn something and do things that you may not want to do just doesn’t sound like a fun concept.

Everett:  And even if there is something you do want to learn about, you can only learn about it at certain times.

Paxton:  And you’re forced to learn it whether you want to at that time or not.  You don’t have the freedom to do what you want, for how long you want.

Do you think that unschooling is a good option for someone who is considered “special ed”, has ADHD, etc?

Everett:  I think unschooling is better than regular schooling, because they can learn at their own pace, instead of being forced to learn things in a certain way.

Paxton:  I think everyone would have some sort of label if we went to school.

Spencer:  I think unschooling would be the best choice, because something might be harder for them to learn in the traditional ways.

Everett:  And with unschooling, you can focus on strengths

Does it bother you – or maybe this hasn’t happened to you – if someone says for example, “You’re in sixth grade, you should know this by now?” 

Paxton:  It doesn’t bother me, but it’s annoying.

Spencer:  Yeah, when someone says that it’s like they’re boasting and rubbing it in your face

Paxton:  Exactly.  They’re being kind of rude.

Spencer:  Like, “Ha ha, we know more than you.”

Paxton:  It doesn’t bother me at all if I’m “behind” where the public schools think I should be, because everyone learns at their own pace, but I’d be pretty irritated if someone actually walked up to me and said something like that.

Okay, to expand on that… Do you think there is a certain group of things that kids should know at certain ages?  Or do you think everyone should just learn at their own pace?

Spencer: Everyone should be able to learn at their own pace.

Everett:  I’d say, if they want to learn it they will, no matter what age they are

Paxton:  Everyone learns at their own pace, but there will be some things that will be necessary in life sooner than others.   Like reading, math… that kind of thing

So do you think unschooling has provided you the environment to learn those things?  Or the tools to know how to learn them when you need them? 

Everett:  Definitely

Paxton:  Yes.  It’s provided me what I need to know, what I already know… AND has given me the tools to learn more when I want to or need to.

How about this… do you think it’s important for kids to learn for example, all the state capitals, or who was president when, or the dates when certain things happened…

Spencer:  It just depends on the person

Paxton:  For some people, it’s really cool for them to learn about stuff like that, and for others, it’s just really frustrating and hard to remember.  And if they don’t need it…

Everett:  No one’s going to want to be forced to learn it

Paxton:  And they’re not going to remember it anyway, if it’s not something they’re interested in

Okay, upper level math.  Necessary?  Not necessary?

Spencer:  Not

Paxton:  Yeah, unless you’re going to go into a field that requires it, you’re probably not going to need more than the basics in day to day life.

Some people worry that if kids are given too much freedom, they’re not going to make good choices.  What are your thoughts on that?

Spencer:  I think most kids would make good choices if they’re trusted

Paxton:  I agree

Tegan:  Ask me the question!

Tegan, do you know what are some good choices, and what are some not-very-good choices?

Tegan:  Hitting and punching aren’t very good choices.  Saying bad words isn’t a good choice.

Paxton:  Oh, are we going to talk about swearing?

Did you want to?

Spencer:  It’s just about knowing when

Paxton:  When, where, time and place, being aware of and respectful about who’s around you

Tegan:  Spanking someone isn’t a good choice.

Oh!   Let’s talk about spanking.  How did you learn to stay out of the street if you were never spanked?

Everett:  Because you told us to.  You talked to us.

Paxton:  There’s no need to cause physical harm to teach someone to be safe.

Spencer:  You can just say, “Don’t go in the street.”  It’s pretty obvious.

Everett:  Or you can say, “That wasn’t very safe.  Please don’t do it again.”

Paxton:  And again, it’s common sense.  If you do it once, and are told not to, you don’t do it again.  And then you get to a point where it’s like, “Hmm, that car is coming pretty fast.  Maybe I shouldn’t jump in front of it.”

Here’s a question.  We don’t require any of you to do chores, but you all pitch in when we ask anyway.  Spencer, earlier I asked you to bring out the recyclables, and you did.  You didn’t have to, but you did anyway.  Why?

Spencer:  Because the bin was overflowing, and we all use it.  It needed to be done.

Everett:  And it’s just the nice thing to do

Spencer:  Yes!

Paxton:  That’s exactly what I was going to say

Tegan, why do you brush your teeth when I ask you to, even though it’s never been something I’ve made you do?

Tegan:  Because I want to keep my teeth clean and healthy.

So how have you learned to do things if they were never a requirement?

Everett:  We just choose to do them

Paxton:  Yeah, choose to do them, then learn from the outcome.  Learn from the outcome, and decide whether or not it would be a good idea to do whatever it was again.

Along those same lines… you’re all able to set your own schedule in terms of sleep, etc.  How will you adjust to having a job and having to get up early/be somewhere at a certain time?

Paxton:  I’d just set an alarm, and get it done.  Eventually you get into a routine, and you’d get used to it.

Everett:  Yeah, you just keep doing it, and it gets easier.

Spencer:  What I do when I want to adjust my schedule is just start going to bed an hour earlier each night until I get on the schedule I want.

Paxton:  Yeah I’d rather just set my alarm.  I’d have to force myself to do it the first few times, but then it would become a habit, and get easier.  Just do it, and get it done.

At this point, I tried to ask them what they’d learned from video games, but it rabbit trailed into a very long discussion about the zombie apocalypse.  They did eventually tell me that in addition to learning what to do in case of zombies, that they’d learned (and are continuing to learn) things like reading, physics, problem solving, grammar, spelling, math, cooperative play…

Paxton:  If you’re exposed to anything enough, you learn from it.

Everett: In the video I was watching yesterday, the guy was talking about Minecraft and about how many different things kid can learn from it… even just from how big the blocks are, how they fall…

Paxton:  Portal II is also a great game to figure out physics, puzzles, how things fit together, how to think outside the box….

Here’s something that has been pretty hotly debated lately.  Do you think it’s possible to unschool part-time?  For example, saying, “We unschool except for math and english?”

Paxton:  That’s not unschooling.  That’s homeschooling.  If you’re forcing them to do it, even if it’s just one or two subjects, that’s homeschooling, not unschooling.

Everett:  With unschooling, you should be learning what you want to learn.

Spencer:  Yeah, I think if you’re going to unschool, you should unschool.    Traditional homeschooling is pretty much the same as going to school, you’re just doing it at home.

So you think that you’re either an unschooler or you’re not?

Paxton:  Yes, there’s not really an in-between.

What would be your response to somebody who said something like, “Oh I like the idea of unschooling, but I’d be worried that my child wouldn’t learn everything he’d need to know.” ?

Paxton:  If they truly need to know something, they will learn it.

Everett:  Yeah.  If they really needed it, they would know it, and they would learn it.

Paxton:  If something is truly a NEED to learn, the child would learn it… on his or her own, at his or her own pace, with no force.

And finally, are you going to grow up to be murderers and drug addicts and criminals?

Spencer:  No

Paxton:  Yes

Everett:  Well, not those things. But I might be a hippie.

Paxton:  HIPPIES!!

Everett:  Hippies rule!!

Thank you, to the four most awesome kids I know.

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Apr 01

Solitude

Yesterday was Easter, which means we got cleaned up all nice-like, went to church with my parents and sister, and spent the day eating good foods and visiting.

I realized on the way up to Sandi’s house that I’d forgotten our real camera, so five minutes after we stepped in the door, I handed Mike my phone and asked him to take the one and only picture of the day before the kids had changed and run out to play.

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It’s sort of a tradition to take a picture of me with the kids on Easter, so I’m glad that he snapped it, and I’m especially glad that Tegan’s face is already covered in chocolate.  It’s very her.  :)   Otherwise – in very un-Jen-like fashion I might add – I spent little time stressing out about the lack of both the camera and pictures, and just enjoyed the day visiting with my family.

This morning though… right now as I write… is about solitude.   Mike is at work, the kids are still sleeping, and I’m taking that big cleansing breath I always so desperately need after busy weekends.

The past several months (and really, the past couple of years if I’m being honest) have been painful ones.  No, not so much painful as uncomfortable, as I’ve been getting pushed and pulled and stretched so far out of my comfort zone that I don’t even know where it is anymore.  Lots of growing pains, and lots and lots of quiet introspection.

I came across this poem this morning, and at the risk of being too philosophical and woo-woo for a Monday morning, it really spoke to me and where I’ve been lately:

Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.

Because Love needs to rest as well, so that it can journey through the heavens and reveal itself in other forms.

Without solitude, no plant or animal can survive, no soil can remain productive for any length of time, no child can learn about life, no artist can create, no work can grow and be transformed.

Solitude is not the absence of Love, but its complement.
Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.

Therefore, blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge.

If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.

But the void does not exist. A vast world lies hidden in our soul, waiting to be discovered. There it is, with all its strength intact, but it is so new and so powerful that we are afraid to acknowledge its existence.

Just as Love is the divine condition, so solitude is the human condition. And for those who understand the miracle of life, those two states peacefully coexist.

― Paulo Coelho


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Mar 26

Just a Minute

I’m very tired.

I don’t mean that I’m tired right now as I write this (even though I am), but more that I’m sort of perpetually tired.   I’m not complaining either.  Just stating facts.  I think that between being a full-time mom for 16 years, and having 4 busy kids, and a Mike and a business and a life, and being in physical pain for the past 11 months … plus the fact that I’ve been a chronic insomniac since I was 19,  which basically means that I’ve been sleep-deprived for two decades…

Put them all together, add ice and stir:  A person’s going to be a little bit tired.

I blame fatigue for the latest “mom phrase” I’m trying to strike from my vocabulary.   But it’s no excuse.

The girl will ask me to play a game or do a puzzle or help her find something in her room, and before I’ve thought about it I’ve answered,

“Sure!  In just a minute.”  And then I take that minute to finish my email, read another paragraph of my article, wipe the crumbs from the counter, or just rest for a few. more. seconds. because the thought of getting up just feels like too much.  And nine times out of ten we then do whatever it was she was requesting, and all is well.  But that 10% of the time?  She’s gotten tired of waiting for me, and moved on to doing something on her own.  :(   And that’s not acceptable to me.  It means I missed a moment.  I missed another chance to connect.

And while, yes, there are certain circumstances where a “just a minute” is warranted (being behind a closed bathroom door comes to mind) most of the time, it’s just not.  It’s not her fault that I’m tired, and it’s not her fault that I’ve once again spread myself too thin.

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She’s more important than answering that email right this second.

She’s more important than having a clean counter.

She’s more important than finishing the article.

She’s more important than that 60 extra seconds of rest… rest that I wouldn’t need if I’d been taking better care of myself in the first place.

So a few days ago, I decided I would try to mindfully stop saying, “just a minute” unless I had a really good reason (and it’s amazing how very few good reasons there really are when you stop and think about it).   When I hear that, “Mommy, can you…” I say “sure” without exception, and I mean it.  I get up, and I follow through.  No missed moments.

And perhaps not surprisingly, it’s making me happy, it’s making her happy…. and I’m not any more tired than I was before.


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