Thursday, October 24, 2013
Present Progressive
attempting/ meal planning
playing/ peek-a-boo and other games on the floor
wanting/ kilim pillows and brass jewelry
reading/ Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver
trying/ to spend less
dreaming/ of how to stay home next year
eating/ roasted beets with goat cheese and all the orange vegetables I can get my hands on
listening/ to Shovels and Rope and laughter from the other room
going/ to Brooklyn
doing/ small projects to make our house our very own
wearing/ black dresses and boots day after day after day
watching/ Call th Midwife and Louis
cleaning/ dried leaves carried in on feet still bare despite the chill in the hair
wishing/ for patience and contentment
finishing/ a weaving I started last February
needing/ a full night sleep
hoping/ to be still in the moment more often
praying/ prayers of thanks my children and my family and the people I love
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
In Defense of Public School
Last spring I wrote about my reasons for homeschooling. I explained that I was home schooled through middle and high school, but I now find myself in front of a bunch of tenth graders 180 days a year. My first day in high school, I was the teacher. I had no experience as a teacher, no teaching degree, and the majority of my ideas about high school came from Saved by the Bell. That first year was sometimes terrifying, and consistently eyeopening.
I am now in my seventh year of teaching, and I feel like I am knowledgeable enough about both homeschooling and public schooling to recognize both of their merits.
Tom and I want our children to be home schooled, and I stand by my reasons that I home school. However, there are some things our children will miss out on, some wonderful and beneficial things. And while for us, for our family, the pros of homeschooling outweigh the pros of public schooling, I feel like it's important for me to really examine what my children will miss.
I work with so many wonderful, dedicated, creative, and inspiring teachers. These men and women care about our students. They care about their jobs. They care about the future of education in our country. They are, by and large, pretty amazing. Homeschooling my children means I limit my children's ability to interact with these teachers on a consistent basis. I lessen the potential number of adults who can inform and influence and impact my children. I acknowledge that keeping them out of public school puts a greater responsibility on me and Tom to make sure that we expose our children to other adults, with other opinions, other passions, and other perspectives. If we don't, we run the risk of raising children with narrow views, who may never get excited about engineering even though they would have loved it because they never had the right adult in their lives to kindle that flame. I believe that we can take steps to help our children discover hidden passions, explore various ways of learning, question previously formed opinions, but it is not built into the system the way it is with public school. Homeschooling means that my children have less opportunity to develop meaningful relationships with a variety of adults. I hope that by acknowledging this fact, I will be better prepared to help Sena, Gus and Arlo interact with as many grown-ups as possible, and not just my friends and family, who share many of my ideas and views, but other adults, weird, different, even "subversive" adults, as well.
I am now in my seventh year of teaching, and I feel like I am knowledgeable enough about both homeschooling and public schooling to recognize both of their merits.
Tom and I want our children to be home schooled, and I stand by my reasons that I home school. However, there are some things our children will miss out on, some wonderful and beneficial things. And while for us, for our family, the pros of homeschooling outweigh the pros of public schooling, I feel like it's important for me to really examine what my children will miss.
I work with so many wonderful, dedicated, creative, and inspiring teachers. These men and women care about our students. They care about their jobs. They care about the future of education in our country. They are, by and large, pretty amazing. Homeschooling my children means I limit my children's ability to interact with these teachers on a consistent basis. I lessen the potential number of adults who can inform and influence and impact my children. I acknowledge that keeping them out of public school puts a greater responsibility on me and Tom to make sure that we expose our children to other adults, with other opinions, other passions, and other perspectives. If we don't, we run the risk of raising children with narrow views, who may never get excited about engineering even though they would have loved it because they never had the right adult in their lives to kindle that flame. I believe that we can take steps to help our children discover hidden passions, explore various ways of learning, question previously formed opinions, but it is not built into the system the way it is with public school. Homeschooling means that my children have less opportunity to develop meaningful relationships with a variety of adults. I hope that by acknowledging this fact, I will be better prepared to help Sena, Gus and Arlo interact with as many grown-ups as possible, and not just my friends and family, who share many of my ideas and views, but other adults, weird, different, even "subversive" adults, as well.
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Monday, October 21, 2013
The Perfect Kind of Day
Friday was a perfect day- no work, no holiday, lay in bed and play with your kids sort of day. The kind of day where everything you manage to get done feels like an undeserved accomplishment. The kind of day when your kids are once again best friends with each other.
It was a day for spray painting and stick painting and blowing bubbles. Everything tasted a little better. It was just right.
It was a day for spray painting and stick painting and blowing bubbles. Everything tasted a little better. It was just right.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Mama Bear
There are a few things I know I inherited from my mother: my freckles, the bridge of my nose, my fertility, my inability to spell words. There are some things I think/ hope/ like to pretend I inherited from my mother: her generosity, her sense of style/ artistic inclination, her loyalty. But there are a few things I didn't get and I feel a little robbed: her amazing energy and her complete competence*. The woman can work circles around me, and she never needs a break. I swear I never saw the woman sit except for to eat dinner from birth till I was about 14.
And she can do anything. She somehow always knows just how to get stuff done. She can sew and lay tile, reupholster, landscape. She assembles furniture in record time. I wish I had some of that in me.
This is mostly just to say thanks to my mama who is helping me refinish beds and organize the basement, does loads of my laundry while I'm at work and manages to love up on her grandbabies somethin' fierce all the while.
*Also, I wish I had her hourglass figure. The woman has birthed a lot of kids (I wasn't kidding about that fertility thing) and still is rocking it.
And she can do anything. She somehow always knows just how to get stuff done. She can sew and lay tile, reupholster, landscape. She assembles furniture in record time. I wish I had some of that in me.
This is mostly just to say thanks to my mama who is helping me refinish beds and organize the basement, does loads of my laundry while I'm at work and manages to love up on her grandbabies somethin' fierce all the while.
*Also, I wish I had her hourglass figure. The woman has birthed a lot of kids (I wasn't kidding about that fertility thing) and still is rocking it.
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