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Back when I knew it all

I used to know everything. No really, I did. When I was a teenager, and even a preteen, before I’d had any sort of meaningful relationship or even thought about becoming a parent, I knew, down to the very letter, what I would and would not do as a mother. I knew right from wrong.  I knew where other people were screwing up, and I knew how to avoid their mistakes.  I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to get there.

I just knew.

This is how well all my vast knowledge has served me the past several years….

Homeschooling

I knew of one homeschooling family when I was growing up.  They lived down the street from me.  I never actually met them, but I didn’t really want to… because they were homeschooled.  They were, you know, weird and stuff.  I didn’t understand how anyone could do that to their children, and I felt bad for them, and for their woeful lack of socialization.  I would NEVER homeschool my children.

We have been homeschooling for nine years now, if you start counting when Spencer was 5 and of traditional “school age”…. fourteen years if you go by when we made the decision when he was born.  It was one of the single most important decisions we made for our family, and for our kids.

Breastfeeding

I have three specific breastfeeding memories from when I was younger.  The first was when we were visiting some friends who had a house on a lake.  I really don’t remember who it was, because I can’t for the life of me remember anyone who actually lived on a lake?  Anyway, we were at this house on the lake, and we went down to the water, and there was a lady there with a little girl and a baby.   She must have lived next door, because it was private access, and you really couldn’t get to where we were without going through any of the houses.  So essentially she was in her own backyard.  She had a bikini top on, and she was breastfeeding the baby.   It was normal and beautiful and natural, and… shocking.  I found it shocking.  I just couldn’t believe that someone would nurse a baby right outside like that, where people could see her!  And because she was wearing a bikini top, she was entirely exposed.  To my highly evolved and knowledgeable 10 year old brain, she might as well have been naked.  I would NEVER be so crude.  The second person I remember breastfeeding was very discreet.  I didn’t see so much as a millimeter of skin.  She was sitting in the same pew as me at church (at church!)  and she nursed her baby on both sides, and then burped him as she listened to the sermon.  I thought it was great that she was breastfeeding, but by golly there was a time and a place.  I would NEVER nurse a baby in church.   And finally, there was the mom at the birthday party.  I think I might have been married by then.  It was a party for one of Mike’s little cousins.  A little girl, maybe 2 or 3, came running up to her mom, who scooped her up and started nursing her as she sat and chatted.  I was flabbergasted.  She was walking!  She was talking!  She’d just had birthday cake!  And she was breastfeeding?  I would NEVER breastfeed a toddler.

With the exception of the very beginning, when I was still getting comfortable, I have never been one to make a big deal out of “covering up.”  Never really used blankets or anything, especially not behind my own house!   Breastfeeding moms show much less than what you see walking down the beach anyway.  And if sometimes a squirmy baby exposed more than I’d intended (I’ve accidentally flashed more than a few people)…. eh.  We’ve all got ’em.  I’ve nursed my babies in stores, in restaurants, in churches, at baseball games, in offices.  Anywhere they were hungry and I could find a place to sit – and sometimes when I couldn’t.  As for the distasteful notion of nursing a walking, talking toddler:  I have four kids, and have happily logged a total of around 11 years of breastfeeding, and counting. Again, one of the most important decisions I made for my children, and my family.

Parenting

I must have done some of my best judging thinking in church, because a lot of these observations were from the same pew where I saw the breastfeeding mom.  I remember a family with little boys, and the boys would always come to church with their hair all messy and slept-on.  Why wouldn’t their mom take the time to comb their hair?  And one of them looked like he was in perpetual need of a trim.  Why wouldn’t she take him for a haircut?  There was the little girl with the crazy clothes.  Wild colors and prints that never matched.  A princess dress over jeans and snow boots.  Or tights with shorts over them.  Or a dress AND a skirt.  Crazy.  My children would always be neat, pressed, and combed.  My children would wear adorable outfits that always matched.  And they certainly wouldn’t be screaming like the three old in the pew behind me.

The first thing I really remember reading about parenting was an article by Dr Sears in a magazine in my OB’s waiting room.  It was before I had Spencer.  It was the first time I had heard the term “attachment parenting,” and I thought it was ludicrous.  Wear your baby?  Sleep with your baby?  I scoffed and tossed it back down on the table.  Maybe someone not quite as enlightened as myself would like to read it.

I would NEVER.

Spencer’s hair is sometimes longer than mine, because that’s the way he likes it.  Everett’s is getting long too, with the exception of the short chunk he cut out of his bangs, again because he wanted to.  Some days it’s combed, and other days not so much.  Tegan has long curly crazy hair that is tangle-free maybe 2 days out of every 7.  Some days it looks like I combed it with a blender, and I can’t remember the last time she had perfect little ponytails.   Her track record for matching clothes that make sense to anyone but her is not much better.   She likes putting together her own outfits, and she does it with gusto.  I generally manage to make sure she has a clean face when we’re in public… unless she’s eating as she goes out the door, or in the car, or in the parking lot.    BUT SHE’S HAPPY.  They all are.  And I decided a long time ago that their happiness and our relationship is far more important than keeping up appearances.  We don’t battle over clothing choices, don’t battle over hair styles.  


And yes, that was my daughter screaming that ear-piercing scream at Valle Luna on Monday.  She was over-excited and over-stimulated and well, sometimes three year olds forget about things like using “inside voices.”


So I’d like to publicly apologize to all those moms that I mentioned (and to Dr Sears, whose books I did eventually read in their entirety once I actually had a child and lo and behold, my instinct told me to sleep with him, wear him, carry him, and do all the other preposterous things that Sears espouses.) I get it now.

I could go on (vaccinations… circumcision…) but it’d just be more of the same.  I.  Knew.  Everything.  And it’s served me well, don’t you think?

I try to never say “never” anymore.  I try not to be the judgmental and close-minded person that comes across up above.  I don’t really like that person, and I don’t think I’d want to be her friend.

Yes, I don’t think I would be friends with my former self.

And the irony is that now of course, I freely admit that I know nothing. But I kind of like not knowing. I like examining my beliefs and ferreting out why I believe in them (if I do, in fact, believe in them after all) I like following my instincts, even if they go against everything I previously thought to be true. I like researching. And researching and researching and researching, until I’m ready to move onto something else. I like discussing, examining, and learning. I like listening to well thought out and well articulated opinions, even when they differ from my own.

I like being able to look back on old things I’ve written, even if they’re embarrassing, because I like seeing how I’ve grown. (Which is why I try to never delete blog posts and the like. For better or worse, they were my truth at the moment) I like being able to admit I was wrong, to admit I screwed up, to admit… again… that when it comes right down to it, that I don’t know anything, and that everything of value that I HAVE learned, I’ve learned from my kids.

And that is someone I’d want to be friends with.

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What are we proud of?

Little Johnny made the honor roll again.  Suzy gets 100% on all her spelling tests, and is reading above her grade level.  Bob aced his SATs.  Karen got accepted into Dartmouth.  Steve made the Dean’s list.  Henry landed a high-paying job with a big signing bonus.  Ken and Tina bought a new house with the white picket fence when they were still fresh from their honeymoon.

Those are all nice and lovely – if you care about those kinds of things – but…

What does it even mean?  Is this what we’re on the earth for?  To participate in some great race to… somewhere… where the prizes are good grades and gold stars, bonuses and promotions?  I see so many people measuring success (both their children’s and their own) on the above sort of criteria.  They’re so proud of those report cards, so proud of those awards.

I don’t know about you, but I want more than that.  I want something that means something.  And to be totally honest, when people gush with pride about their child’s grades, while I will smile and nod and make appropriate congratulatory remarks… inside, my true knee-jerk response is something akin to “So what?”  To say that I’m remarkably unimpressed with things like grades is a gross understatement.  They just don’t matter to me, and my list of objections to their very presence is lengthy.

But I’ll pretend, for the sake of argument, that I do care, that I do think that things like grades are a good measure of success.  And I’ll take it a step further, and say that the fancy college is a good measure of success too, as well as the high-paying job and the big sprawling house.  This is how society measures success, and for one (highly uncomfortable) moment, I’ll go along with society.  Good grades, fancy colleges, high paying jobs = success.  Fine.

But there’s still a problem.  Even if all those things do truly measure success (and I’m still saying that they do) …

They still don’t measure character
They still don’t measure joy
They still don’t measure love
They still don’t measure peace
They still don’t measure kindness
They still don’t measure compassion
They still don’t measure gentleness

These are the things that make me proud of my kids.

The rest of it… the grades, the schools, the jobs, the achievements… it’s all just extra “stuff.”  Strip all of that away, and underneath we are all people.  I’m not nearly as interested in hearing about your pride for your kids in terms of their labels – your son the scholar, your daughter the athlete – as I am in hearing about your child the PERSON.

What happens when a parent decides ahead of time what it is that’s going to make them proud… whether it’s scholastic achievement, sports, the arts, a future career… and the child takes an entirely different path?  What happens when that parent has two or more children, and one meets their expectations and the others don’t?  I have seen firsthand what it does to a child to grow up with his or her parents subtly and not-so-subtly disappointed in them, not as satisfied with them, not as proud of them as their siblings.   I told myself a long time ago that if I were ever blessed with children that I would not be that parent… that I would let MY KIDS show me who they are, and let MY KIDS teach me what they can be, and do;  and let MY KIDS be the ones to unfold all the different aspects of themselves that make me proud.

And I am proud, of all four of them… in many different ways, but also in some fundamentally similar ways.  I’m proud of who they are as people, and you just can’t measure that with a grade or a test or a job offer.

The older I get the more that I ask myself, “Will this matter at the end of my life?”  Is your grave stone going to be engraved with your SAT scores, or your stock portfolio, or the fact that you made six figures at a thankless job?

No, it’s not.  It’s going to say that you were very loved.  The rest of that stuff?  It just doesn’t matter.

This quote (often attributed to Emerson) sums it up best:

To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

My kids are succeeding.  And for that, I am proud.

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Everett, anxieties, and midnight math

Everett is 6 1/2 at the time of this writing.  He is energetic, passionate, and affectionate.  He is also one of the happiest kids I know…. except when he isn’t.  The past few months have been difficult for him, in a few different ways, and we are slowly and carefully navigating our way through to what we hope will be a calmer year for him.

One of the areas that has given him trouble lately has been sleeping (an area in which, as most of you know, I can well relate!)  We’ve had an odd dynamic to our nighttime routine the past several weeks, but I think we are finally settling into a temporary solution that is working for everyone.  I say ‘temporary’ because if there’s one thing I can count on with our young kids and sleeping arrangements, it is their fluidity.  As they grow and change, their needs change too.  We just try to stay flexible enough to keep up with them.

Prior to recently, Everett – along with his brothers – would go to bed as soon as he was tired, and would have no trouble going to sleep.  Lately though, he’s really been having issues going to sleep, and doesn’t want to be in his bedroom alone (which was creating a problem, given the fact that his 10 year old roommate generally stays up quite a bit later)  I couldn’t stay with him, because nine times out of ten I’m laying down with the girl in our bed at the same time.  Mike couldn’t stay with him either, because nine times out of ten he’s in bed too, being the only one to have to rise at 5 in the morning.  And so….. now our nights look like this:

I usually go to bed with the girl whenever she is ready, and Mike joins us shortly thereafter.  Everett comes into our bed too,  and lays with us (king sized bed = best piece of “children’s” furniture we ever invested in).  Spencer generally goes to bed next, and stops in to say goodnight when he’s near our room to brush his teeth.  Paxton, an introvert  like his mom who really relishes his nightly time alone, is the last to turn in.  He stops in our room to collect Everett – who is sleeping by then – and the two of them head to their room together.

It works.

And the bonus is that after Tegan’s sleeping, and the room is dark and quiet, it’s just another chance for a one-on-one late night connection with me and Everett as he quiets his mind enough to go to sleep.  Last night, just as I was about to drift off myself, we had a conversation that went something like this:

E:  Mommy?
Me:  Yes honey
E:  You know what I just realized?
Me:  What?
E:  Ten plus ten equals twenty.
Me:  You’re right.

Pause.

E: Mommy?
Me: Yes
E:  You know how I know?
Me:  How?
E:  I was counting by fives.  Two fives is ten, and four fives is twenty.  You can make twenty with four groups of fives, or with two groups of ten.
Me:  You’re right.  That’s multiplication.
E:  It is?
Me:  Yep.
E:  Cool.  Goodnight Mommy.

Thirty seconds later, he was out.  And he was happy.

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Wednesday Wisdom

One of the questions – which isn’t really a question, but a request – that unschoolers get alot is “Describe a typical day.”

I think a “typical” day is a really subjective thing, and depends on a whole bunch of factors.  But my favorite days, which are just as typical as any other – are the days when I can go to bed thinking, “Dang, we learned/talked about/did/saw some cool things today.”

Here’s a little sample of what we learned and talked about today:

What the expressions “Another country heard from,” “Opening a can of worms”, and “The early bird catches the worm” mean

The role that yeast plays in baking

The fact that if you pour orange juice into milk, that you can’t “turn into back into milk” no matter how much you want to.

What the word “sous” means

When the first dishwasher was invented, and when it became commonplace for the average American to have one.

The difference between a debit card and a credit card

What elephant pee smells like (it does not, as Zoey 101 would have you believe, smell like licorice)

Ways to preserve a laptop battery

How to fill out a check

And finally, when the 3 year old says, “I just love baking powder SO MUCH!” it means she’s eating powdered sugar, straight from the bag, and that there will more than likely be a mess involved.

I can’t wait for our next typical day.

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Unschooling FAQ

Compiled from the real-life questions I often get myself, plus suggestions from others. I’ve made this post a permanent page as well, so if you’d like to share it, you can also send people here. 🙂 Have a question not answered here? Send it!

What is unschooling?

Unschooling is a philosophy that allows that given a rich, interesting environment, and attentive, supportive parents, that learning will happen naturally.  To believe in unschooling is to believe that true learning happens best when it arises from the experiences and interests of the learner, not from an imposed curriculum or a teacher or a parent.  As unschooling parents, we don’t act as teachers, but as facilitators and partners.  We do not separate the day into subjects, or into school time, or play time, or learning time.  We live as if school does not exist.  We live our lives and we learn from it.

While some people will call unschooling a method of homeschooling, I believe that this implies that it is something that is done to children, and I prefer to think of it as the manner in which we live and interact with our children.

What’s the difference between unschooling and ‘radical’ unschooling?

Generally speaking,  the basic term ‘unschooling’ refers only to the type of self-directed, life-learning from the previous question, but does not  take into account different types of parenting.   For example, many people will use the term ‘unschooling’ to define their style of homeschooling… but will still otherwise exert a lot of controlling, punitive rules, regulations, and externally imposed structure on their children.   With ‘radical’ unschooling, there is a complete paradigm shift away from a traditional, authoritative, “I’m the parent and I said so” type of  parenting to one of mutual respect and partnership.    Radical unschoolers won’t have chore charts, enforced bedtimes, or time-out chairs.  They live and work together as a family unit, and strive to simply treat each other as they’d like to be treated…. with respect and kindness.

Why does the label matter?

It doesn’t.  I, along with lots of unschoolers, would keep doing exactly what we’re doing regardless of what its called.  For us, it’s just a way of life.  But for the sake of clarity, it makes sense to realize and recognize that there is a world of difference between someone who says they unschool simply because they don’t use a curriculum;  and someone who has embraced and lives the whole life philosophy that is referred to as ‘radical’ unschooling. 


What do you do all day?


We live!  We play, we read, we build things, we research, we watch movies, we play games, we do science experiments, we talk, we discuss, we run errands, we take care of the animals, we bake things, we make things, we go to museums, we sit and run and play outside, we do yard work, we go to the library, we go to the park, we invent things, we work on projects, think and postulate and try and learn…

Is unschooling a new concept?

Not at all.  Families have been living and working and playing and learning together since the beginning of time…. long before it was called “unschooling.”  John Holt was writing about unschooling and educational reform four decades ago.  It is not a trend, or a fad, but simply something that has always been done by lots of mindful families.

Is unschooling legal?

Unschooling, which falls under the broader umbrella of homeschooling, is legal in all fifty states, and in many countries.   The specifics of each state vary (some states require book keeping or portfolios, some ask for yearly evaluations, some have mandated testing) so you need to be aware of your own state’s laws, as well as your rights as a homeschooling parent.  You can look up your state’s laws here

Should Christians unschool?

I know wonderful unschoolers who are Christians, Atheists, and everything in between.

I’ve read a lot of negative things about why Christians should not unschool (something about some taken-out-of-context scriptures about “training up” a child) but I have not found anything about unschooling that is at odds with my faith.  In fact, the longer I unschool, the more I wholly believe that they both enhance and strengthen each other.  Jesus loved children, and he treated them with such kindness, dignity, and respect.  He told us to become like children!   At its heart, unschooling is about honoring children as the unique individuals that they are, which is exactly what Jesus did.  He also taught us to have love for Him, and for others, something that plays an integral part in how I live, and how I parent.  To take it further, Jesus was not a dictator but a friend to children (and to adults for that matter)  He walked with them, talked with them, told them stories, and helped them.  He essentially was an unschooler.   And finally, the Bible is a book about the FREEDOM we have in Christ.  As a Christian unschooler, I am raising my children in that same freedom.

What if my child just wants to play video games all day?

I’m going to ask you to do something.  Read that question again, only replace the words “play video games” with “read books.”  Do you feel differently about the question?  If you do, you’re still looking at unschooling with a traditional “school” mindset.  Truly understanding unschooling means an entire shift in perspective, to one in which there is no distinguishing between a learning activity and a non-learning activity.  Learning is everywhere and in everything.  Playing video games is as valuable a learning tool as anything else.   Now, let’s say that your child does play video games all day, and you give him or her the freedom to do so.  A couple of things could happen:  Chances are, because he’s been giving the freedom to choose, the child will explore it until he’s had his fill (whether that means for a day or a week or a month), then move on to something else.    It will then become just like any other option… something he could take or leave, enjoy in moderation, or avoid altogether.  Or maybe it’ll turn into a true passion, something he continues to explore and learn from for a long time to come.  Maybe it’ll turn into a future career.  Or maybe it will be the catalyst that leads to other interests and areas of exploration.  In any case, while it’s unlikely that your child will do any one thing all day every day for any length of time, it’s not a bad thing if he does.  When someone is free to choose, what may look to someone else like an “obsessive” amount of time spent on one activity, may well in fact be a normal, healthy, and important step in that person’s personal path to growth and learning.



How will they learn to read and write if I don’t teach them?

Babies learn to walk and talk without being taught.  They learn because that’s what people do.  “Birds fly, fish swim, man thinks and learns.”  (John Holt)  People learn.  They learn because they’re surrounded by walking and talking people who (one would hope) love them, and support them, and help them.  Reading and writing are no different.  When children are immersed in a literate world filled with the written word, they learn.  When children have parents who read to them, read with them, write with them, draw with them, play with them…  they learn.

What about math? 

Basic math is virtually everywhere.  You would have to make a conscious effort to keep your kids from math if you didn’t want them learning it.   We use math every day, in a myriad of ways, so the kids learn it easily, and naturally.  It looks different than the math they would do in school, to be sure, because they are doing it in a practical, functional way.  They are learning it as they are actually using it, instead of just filling in a worksheet or repeating it back on a test.  As for higher level math, such as algebra or trigonometry (which are things that a lot of potential home/unschoolers worry about), if they’re like me, they will never even use it.  If they do have a need or a desire to learn it, they’ll learn it the same way they learn anything else…. in their own time, in their own way;  whether it’s self taught through a book or a website, or shown to them by a parent or a friend.  The difference will be that they won’t be resistant to learning it, because it will be something they are ready and willing and to learn.

It should be noted too, that John Taylor Gatto (a former New York city school teacher) tells us that “reading, writing, and arithmetic really only take around 100 hours to transmit, as long as the audience is eager and willing to learn. ”   100 hours.  Less than three weeks worth of a full-time job.  What then, are these kids doing in school all day, for twelve years?



Can I unschool certain subjects, and use a curriculum for the rest?

You can do anything you want to.  But if you’re still dividing learning into subjects, and  insisting that certain things need to be taught, you’re not unschooling. 



How do you know they’re learning if you don’t test them?

If they’re engaged, and living, and breathing… they’re learning.  When you learn to cook a new meal, or knit yourself a scarf, or play a new game, do you test yourself at the end to see if you’ve learned it?  Of course not.   You eat it, or wear it, or play it…. and you know you’ve learned.  I know my kids are learning because I see them learning.



How will I know they’re learning everything they need to know in order to be successful?

You won’t.  The fact is, no one knows what another person in going to need to learn in order to fulfill his or her personal destiny.  Schools don’t have a magic set of “must know” facts and skills that if you learn and memorize you’re guaranteed to be successful.  They can’t know what today’s child is going to need in the future.  Our children today could one day be working at jobs that haven’t even been invented yet.   What you can know is that by giving them the freedom to learn in their own way, in their own time, that they will retain their natural love of learning, and their natural desire to learn more.  They will be confident and eager and able to learn what they need to know when they need to know it, no matter what career path they decide to pursue.

What if my child is resistant to learning? And similarly, what if my child is 7, 8, 9 and still not reading?

Children have a natural love of learning.  It’s what they do.  If they’re resistant to learning, it’s because they’ve been forced or coerced or otherwise just not ready to learn that particular thing at that particular time.   And reading, like anything else, comes at different times for different people.  There is not a magic window that exists in which we have to learn how to read or the opportunity will be lost.  Lots of kids, both schooled and homeschooled, are not ready to read at 6.  The difference is, when they’re in school they’re labeled as “slower” learners, and made to endure extra practice, special classes, more homework, tutoring, etc, because they must.  catch.  up.  It damages their self-esteem, squashes that natural love of learning, and turns something that should be fun (reading should be fun!) into a painful and difficult chore.  And for what?  Maybe that child would have learned to read easily, naturally, if they were allowed to do so in another 6 months, or a year.  Or two.   And let’s say one child begins reading at age four, and another begins reading at age nine.  When they’re both thirty, would you be able to tell which was which?  They both can read!

The beauty of unschooling is that the children get to learn at their own pace, in their own way, in their own time.



What if my child has special needs?

By its very nature, unschooling is an absolutely unique and personal journey for every individual child.  Because of the structures and limitations of school, classes need to be aimed at sort of the “average” student.  Anyone who is different from the norm in any way (which is most of us) is then segregated.  There are honors classes and remedial classes.  Special ed and resource rooms.  Tutors and extra credit.  Kids are labeled as gifted or slow.  They are either made to feel that they need to “catch up,” or pressured into feeling like they have to “get ahead.”   That segregation does not exist in unschooling.  Kids are allowed to be who they are… and they live, work and play with others of all ages, abilities, and differences.

Unschooling, can be, and IS, a respectful alternative for any child, of any and all abilities.

How will they learn to respect authority?

Unschoolers, like everyone else, behave as well as they are treated.  They treat people with the same amount of respect that they are given, and that they are shown as their parents interact with others.    We show them, through both words and actions, what respect means, and what it doesn’t.  Do I think they’ll grow up and automatically follow the lead of anyone with more age or power, without questioning it, and without checking it against their own moral compass?  No, and I wouldn’t want them to.   But they do treat people with respect… both because they see us doing so, and because they themselves are treated with respect.



How will they get into college?

Unschoolers get into college the same way anyone else gets into college.  They research their chosen college/s, find out what they need to do for admittance, and they do it!  They prepare a transcript, they study for any exams they need to take, they write their essays.  And because they’re not spending their days in middle or high school, they have the opportunity to attend college even earlier than “normal” if they so choose.  A friend of mine has a fourteen year old unschooler who has taken, and enjoyed, more than one college class.



How will they adapt to a college environment if they’ve never been in school?  How will they be able to get and keep a job if they’ve never had any kind of structure?

I think one huge misconception that exists about unschoolers is that they never do anything that involves a set schedule, or any structure, or any rules…. that they just sort of free-flow through life, and are ignorant to what it means to adhere to an outside set of fixed circumstances.   While it certainly could be true for some unschoolers (just like it could be true for anyone else) I have not personally seen it.  Life is full of schedules and structure, and unschoolers adapt to it like everyone else.  They do things like cub scouts and little league.  They take art classes and guitar lessons and gymnastics.  They show up for their dentist appointments.  They make it to church on time.  They’ve even been known to set an alarm when they want to get up at a certain hour.   Heading off to college or starting a new job is an adjustment for anyone, but unschoolers are as prepared for the challenge as anyone… perhaps even more so, because they are used to following their own intrinsic motivation that got them there in the first place. 



How will they ever _______, if I don’t make them ________?

This is a very, very common question, and it kind of makes me sad.  It seems to be built on the negative supposition that kids are inherently lazy and unmotivated, and wouldn’t possibly do anything on their own unless they were forced to do it.  I actually think the opposite is true… making someone do something does not create motivation at all, but rather resistance, and eventually resentment.  Even now, as an adult, I still feel that resistance towards things that I was forced to do.  That little part of me that wants to stand up and say, “try and make me.”  My children willingly do all kinds of things that people think must be forced in order to learn….  from taking out the trash if they are asked, to brushing their teeth at night, to using “please” and “thank you,” despite never having been prompted with “What do you say?”   They do them because they want to do them, because they respect me and respect themselves.  They do them because they are happy and confident people… and happy and confident people have an inner desire to behave in a certain way, both for themselves and for the people around them.



How will they learn to function in the real world?

This always make me chuckle a little bit.  Unschoolers live in the real world, right now, and for their whole lives.   They are living in it, and learning from it.  For those of us who went to school, we spent 12+ years in the artificially created environment of school, and then were thrust into the “real world,” at 18 or 22 years old.  There’s no such thing as having to enter the real world for an unschooler, because they’re already there. 



How can I unschool without teaching experience? What if they want to learn about things I don’t know about?

When you send your kids to school, do you think that their teacher knows everything?  Do you think that their teacher has the answer to every question that they might ask?  I say that with no disrespect towards teachers.  But teachers are human, like the rest of us.  No one knows everything.  No one has all the answers.  My kids ask me things that I don’t know ALL THE TIME.  And together, we find the answers.  I learn from, and with, and beside my kids daily.   They don’t need to be shown how to learn… kids know how to learn.  What they need is an attentive and supportive and patient partner and facilitator.  Someone who will answer their questions.  Someone who will provide them with the experiences, people, places, and materials with which they need to learn.  Someone who will help them when they need help, and leave them alone when they don’t.  If you can do all those things, you can unschool.

I find it somewhat odd and confusing that as a society we think we’re qualified to help them learn as they are babies… as they learn to talk, and walk, and count, and recognize circles… and then they  reach a magical, mythical age, and we stop being qualified and need to send them to someone else to learn?  It honestly doesn’t make sense to me. 



How can I unschool if I have to work? How can I unschool if I’m a single parent?

Lots of unschooling families have two working parents, and find a way to make it work.  They may work staggered schedules so one parent is always home, one may work part time only, they may work from home, they may run their own family businesses.   And while it may take more determination, and surely more creativity, many single parents unschool as well.  One single mom I know runs a small daycare from her home.  Another sells Mary Kay.  Another earns a (modest) living as a freelance writer.  All while spending their days with their children.  I’ll be really blunt when I say that if you’re a single parent and your goal is lots of money and lots of “stuff” and a certain standard of living, and the ability to home/unschool, you might waste your whole life waiting for the opportunity to do so.  If, however, you simply want to stay and learn with your children, and be able to provide for them with a safe and comfortable home, food on the table, and clothes on their backs… there are many creative ways to make it happen.   People make it happen.


What about socialization?

Spending the day in a room with 20 other kids of the same age and roughly the same ability is not socialization.  Your children’s opportunity for real socialization increases ten-fold when they are not in school.  You can read more here.  

Will unschooling make my kids weird or different?  Will they stick out of a crowd? 

If you’re doing it right! 😉  If you want cookie-cutter children, you definitely won’t want to unschool.



How do I start?

If your kids are still young, and have not yet gone to school, great!  Keep doing what you’re doing.  Read to them, play with them, support their interests.  Expose them to new people, new places, new things to do.    TRUST… trust the children, and trust yourself.  Read, read, and read some more about unschooling, mindful parenting, and alternative education.

If your kids are in school, and you decide to take them out, you will both have to first go through a period of “deschooling.”   Your kids will need to decompress, and rest, and likely need to learn to love learning again.  There’s a rule of thumb that for every year your child spent in school, you should give them one month of deschooling time…. time to just BE.  Time to sleep.  Time to read.  Time to zone out.  Time to find out what it is they want from their education.  And if they’re burnt out, time to recover.  Give yourself, and your child, time.  Talk.  Wait.  Watch.  Listen.


Where can I learn more?

I thought you’d never ask!  First, go to your library and check out everything they have by John Holt and John Taylor Gatto, as well as the growing number of books written for new unschoolers.  You can visit my Amazon store for recommendations of specific titles.

And get lost in the world of some of the best unschooling websites (in no particular order)


Joyfully Rejoycing

Sandra Dodd

Learn in Freedom 

Unschooling

The Underground History of American Education

John Holt 

John Taylor Gatto 

And finally, take some time to peruse these blogs by unschoolers who are living, learning, and writing about it:

Bohemian Bowmans 

Show Us The World

With the Family

Learning Through Living

The Sparkling Martins

Sandra Dodd

I’m Unschooled.  Yes, I Can Write.

Unconventional Christian

a bona fide life

Swiss Army Wife

Un-Schooled

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Education

“Whatever an education is, it should make you a unique individual, not a conformist; it should furnish you with an original spirit with which to tackle the big challenges; it should allow you to find values which will be your road map through life; it should make you spiritually rich, a person who loves whatever you are doing, wherever you are, whomever you are with; it should teach you what is important, how to live and how to die.”

– John Taylor Gatto

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Too Much Perfection

There’s a scene in the movie Bed of Roses (which, if you haven’t seen, is not a movie you need to run out and watch…. unless you’re a fan of weepy chick flicks and/or Mary Stuart Masterson and Christian Slater) where the two main characters are walking and talking about roses.  She tells him that she sort of likes that they have thorns, because otherwise they would just be too perfect.  He tells her that he thinks there’s no such thing as too much perfection, and later sends her a bunch of roses with a card thanking her for their day of “too much perfection.”  Aww. 
I think of that phrase sometimes, on the days when everything just… aligns.  It’s not even on the most unusual days, or exciting days, but on the happy days.   On the days when we’re all just engaged and alive and in the moment.
Today was one of those days.
We had a lazy morning, then packed up the dog and headed to my sister’s.  We got there just as the Barro’s pizza guy was arriving, and enjoyed a few slices of pizza and warm chocolate chip cookies (which, it should be noted, that I insanely LOVED, even though they had ground bits of nuts in them.  Sneaky sister)  Then we headed out on walk through the wash up to a playground the kids and I have never been to before.
The playground was one of the cool ones… not your traditional swings and slides, but strange and creative and climbable works of art.
After everyone had had their fill of climbing and spinning, we headed back to the house for icecream, taking a different path than we’d taken before.  We encountered a little river of mud, and the kids quickly went to work making a bridge for us to get over it (after they’d amused themselves by muddying up their own shoes)
Back at the house, my nephew was thrilled, the jumping and squealing kind of thrilled, to find that the ants for his new ant habitat had been delivered. 
So we spent the next hour watching the ants, rooting them on as they explored a tiny corner of their new environment.
We finished up the visit as we usually do… outside, with the kids playing in the common area (and using the wagon as a luge to fly down the hill) and the dogs running laps around the grass.
And when we finally went home, it was my turn for squealing and jumping, when I found that not only had this been delivered:
but that Mike had also gotten it all set up and ready for me.
We had Subway for dinner, and all relaxed into our own projects for the rest of the evening.
Too much perfection.

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50 Best Blogs in the Unschooling Movement

50 Best Blogs in the Unschooling Movement

Lots of really great blogs on here.  Especially number 2.  I like 2.

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They Write

I have no idea what this means, and am unclear of the context that surrounds it… but it made me laugh.

Spencer found this note on his bed this morning, left by his brothers:

Yes Virginia, unschoolers really do learn to read and write.  Without ever having been taught.

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Making Peace With The Mess

Late last night, the boys were very involved in a project.  They were shredding some old documents for us (which turned into shredding other things, which turned into cutting faces out of magazines….)  There was paper strewn all over the pantry.  We asked them to clean it up before they went to bed, and they did.  Which meant that quite a few other things did not get picked up.

A little tour of our floor this morning, if I may:

The blood pressure cuff to Tegan’s dr kit.  And the chalk that they use on the chalkboard wall.  That’s the head of a zebra in there.  Doesn’t everyone keep their zebra heads in their chalk buckets?
Someone must have felt the need for some weight training while they were working on legos.
Bathing suit Dora.  One of many, many, Doras who live here.
One of her favorite pieces of the dr’s kit.   On the step to the family room.
Really, these tools were spread throughout the entire house.  No bag in sight.
We have more Nerf bullets than we do Doras.
Legos
More legos.
And more legos.
Dora’s parents.  And a princess.
Sometimes you can’t choose what game you want until you’ve spread them out and touched them all.
A horse.  He was next to the biggest pile of legos.
Remote control General Lee.  I hadn’t seen this for a long time, but Spencer’s been watching Dukes of Hazzard again, so out it came.
Hey look, the doctor’s bag!  And a shoe.

A couple of truths about messes:

1. Kids make them.
2. As parents, we either need to learn to live in them, or find a way to get them picked up.

Pretty basic, right? Yet somehow, parents find a way to complicate it… to screw it all up and let it become not just an issue, but a tremendously huge issue.

I’m so sick of this mess!
Why won’t they pick up after themselves?
Do I have to do everything myself?

And it seems to me that too often, people who get really stressed about the mess kids make will do one of two things:

Nag, yell, threaten, complain… and nag some more… until the kids pick it up.  (In his worst moments, my husband would tend towards this option.)

OR

Make a big production of picking it up themselves, huffing and sighing and generally letting everyone around them know what selfless, sacrificing martyrs they are.  (And in my worst moments, I would tend towards this option.)

In every relationship, but particularly in my relationship with my children, my first inclination is to strive for authenticity.  I strive to follow that voice in my heart, and in my gut… that voice that tells me when something doesn’t feel right.  But beyond that, when I’m met with a choice, I always try to ask myself if a response is logical.

Do either of the above options make any kind of logical sense?

In option one, the toys get picked up… but the kids feel lousy (none of us likes to get nagged at or yelled at or belittled), the parent feels lousy (it does not feel good, or right, to treat people that we love in that way).  The relationship is damaged, and you get further from the goal of having a peaceful household.

No one wins.

And in option two, the toys get picked up… but the kids feel lousy (no one likes a guilt trip), the parent feels lousy (it does not feel good, or right, to do something out of resentment).  The relationship is damaged, and you get further from the goal of having a peaceful household.

No one wins.

I’d like to present a third option.  In option three, no one yells, no one nags, and no one huffs.  In option three, it is a CHOICE to clean up, by all parties.  It is CHOICE to either live in the mess, or to put it away… together, or by yourself.

If I am bothered by a mess, then I will pick up… happily, and joyfully, because it’s something I’m choosing, and because it feels nice – to me – to make things clean again.  Right before I sat down to write this post, I took twenty minutes and put everything pictured above back into their respective places.  Because I wanted to.

If I am feeling stressed and overwhelmed by the sheer volume of messes, then I will ask the kids for their help (and asking, by the way, means that they too have the option to say no)  Nine times out of ten they will pitch in, gladly.  And the 1 percent of the time they don’t?  It still gets done.  It just takes a little longer.

Everyone’s tolerance level for messes is different.  I’ve come to the somewhat surprising realization that I am much happier, and calmer, when things are relatively clean and orderly.  (I say relatively because if you’ve been in my house, you know that even at its very best, it’s still not even a notch above “lived in.”  And that’s okay)  It’s taken me a long time to reconcile that truth about myself, because I am, ironically, a huge slob.  But having some sort of routine to keep at least a minimum standard of clean helps me.  I like it when I get to empty the dishwasher first thing in the morning, and fill it throughout the day.  I like it when I keep up with laundry, instead of letting it pile up.  I like it when I wake up to a shiny counter and clean kitchen table.  It feels good to keep up with those things, and to keep the house nice for the rest of the family.

But I don’t believe for a second that it’s fair to impose that on the kids, whose entire lives are about playing, exploring, learning, experimenting…. and making messes.  When I set an example of keeping things clean and running smoothly, they do tend to follow suit.   We have a good relationship, and when I ask them at the end of the day to pick something up, they do.  But that’s not my goal.  My goal is to keep a happy home, and follow my own path, and my own level of comfort, when it comes to housekeeping.

But won’t they grow up to live in a pig sty if they’re not made to pick up after themselves as kids?

They’re going to grow up the way they grow up.  They’re going to keep their own houses as messy or as neat as they like, despite what I may or may not do as a parent.   And I feel like it’s worth noting:  Some of the messiest adults I know are those who were forced to do chores and clean up as kids.    They’re messy adults, and they most likely resent their parents to boot.

To be honest, I’m not concerned about whether or not my future grown children have dishes piled in their sinks or rings around their tubs or projects strewn all over their desks.  What I’m concerned about is having a peaceful, cohesive, happy household now… one in which we all respect each others’ needs, feelings, and space.

If I go to bed happy, and my kids go to bed happy, then I consider my job well-done.

Even if there are still legos on the floor.

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