Category Archives: Homeschool, Unschooling, Roadschool

Thankful

 

I am thankful for every relationship in my life that has come and gone. Be they joyful, toxic, or a mixture of both. Each person who has come into my life has been a masterful teacher to me on some level, at some time.

I am grateful for the chance to receive rejection with grace and humility and serve it in the same manner. For the knowledge and wisdom of when it was time to move on. For the strength and courage to act with maturity and kindness when doing so. For taking the brave steps of walking away from a cycle of pain and towards a cycle of support.

I am thankful…

For new beginnings.

For the adventure of having lived in an RV for 18 months and the places it took our family, the freedom it gave us, the minimalism it introduced to us, and the memories we made.

For having the safety, security, and conveniences of a home, once again. For a room of my own to write, read, and create in. For a large playroom for my daughter. For a space for my husband to work and create. For my cozy hospital bed. For hot water, power, central air & heat, showers, a large refrigerator, two bathrooms, a washer & dryer, and wifi, at our disposal 24/7-365 (which were not always available while we traveled for a year and a half.)

For the community we so loved and had to say goodbye to.

For our Angel Naomi for showing up at the eleventh hour, in a heat wave, with people to help move and doing physical labor herself.

For Jennie watching our daughter all week while I had infusions and we packed the storage space. For Austin and his friends from his church that helped load the truck on the final day and who we never would have made it out of there without.

For Jen & Daniel and their sustaining friendship and the hearty meal. For Brooke providing her home for us to house-sit while we said our goodbyes to the community and loved ones. For Cher’e for being sweet and loving and sharing craft materials.

For all the doctors and nurses I care about so much that I had to say good bye to.

For everything our old home town was for us while we were there: a nature’s paradise, a safe, liberal, hippie bubble, a wonderful, supportive community.

For learning how to be more compassionate and giving by being on the receiving end of so much compassion and giving.

For my closest, longest, most enduring friendships that sustain, lift, support, and hold space for me on a consistent weekly basis, year after year: Lisa, Richard, Katrina, Ken, Perry & G, Tracy & C, Jeff/Sist, and Hollie (how about that, five women and five men. The yin and the yang create completeness. I feel so balanced. HA.)

You will never know how much your regular texts, emails, phone calls, and visits lift my spirits and carry me forward. The kindness of your loyalty moves me deeply. I pray that I am as much a support for you as you are for me, so that you too, may know the gift of feeling truly loved, cared for, and thought of as special and important in the heart of another, year after consistent year. Our friendship continues to flourish in part because of the work we do on ourselves to be loving, kind, and loyal to ourselves, each other, and the world around us, and I appreciate that so very much.

For the support of my immediate and extended in-laws and the joy, laughter, and love my nephews bring me every time I hear from them or see their beautiful faces.

For the love and support of more recent or more casual friends who may flourish into deeper friendships as the years go by.

For support of the #WeAreOne campaign.

For creative friends who inspire me.

For the chance to really get settled again and help my daughter, my husband, and myself live our dreams.

For the opportunity, time, and space to create again: publish the books I’ve been writing, create the art I’ve been dreaming, and design and make real the private, peaceful, simple life I’ve always imagined.

For every day that I am alive, that I have the mental acuity and physical stamina to be present for myself, my family, my friends, and the world around me.

For the simple pleasures of a daily ritual with tea, and books, two of my most treasured long time companions.

For having access to watching Jeopardy as a family again. 

Most of all, I am so thankful for my husband and daughter and the love and joy they bring me. Without their devotion, it’s difficult to imagine that I’d still be alive and kicking. Their beautiful smiling faces light up my entire world anew, each and every day. Their laughter lifts my spirit, like Charlie and his grandpa floating in Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. (Perfect set up for the pun: my family is a gas!)

Bliss really is an untapped energy source. It fills our new home with music, creative expression, and intellectual pursuits that abound.

I love my family. I love my friends. I love my life.

I am thankful for it all.

 

 

Creating Presence

My daughter shared a gift card with me for one of those places where you paint ceramics. I glued wings onto the back of hugging salt and pepper shakers and painted what was supposed to be mother and daughter angel fairies embracing, but looks more like a British drag queen fairies from Monty Python’s Flying Circus; which makes me love them all the more.

It was a joy to paint again, even if I did so poorly, and the act of doing so brought me to the following thoughts I really want to share with you…

It’s been said…

“If you are depressed, you are living in the past.

If you are anxious, you are living in the future.”

To which I will add, if you are being creative, you are living in the present.

Creativity only happens in the present moment.

If you struggle with remaining present, the best training may be creativity.

When you feel yourself getting pulled under the thick, gooey currents of resentment, of memories from the past, of what could have been and what never will be again; start creating.

When you find yourself spiraling in fear and anxiety about what might or might not come to pass; start creating.

The minute we begin to write, paint, build, cook, or create in any way, we can instantly destroy that vision of struggle. Like a super hero POW!- we blast one version of reality into the next.

“But I’m not the creative type.”

“I don’t have time to create.”

Are you the “thinking type?”

Do you have time to think?

Because every thought is a creation.

When someone comes to me and says, “The flood waters in Texas are rising and expected to rise more.” I listen and think, “Is this thought yet a reality?” No. It’s a possibility, perhaps even a probability. It’s malleable, not fixed.

If I start thinking about the water rising and repeat what I heard to someone else, is that thought serving anyone? Is it helping to create an unwanted reality? What thought could I choose that would be of more service? What do the people of Texas need? They need the flood waters to recess. I take a moment and imagine, like a movie in reverse, that the flood waters are recessing. I imagine people being rescued. Loved ones being found. I picture everyone’s needs being met and suffering being eased.

Does this help or do anything at all that’s actually tangible? Maybe, maybe not. Does it hurt? Only if it prevented real action. But what does the creation of our thoughts lead to most? Action! When we allow ourselves to think about whether or not a certain thought serves us, we start putting more consideration into our thoughts which leads to creativity and often to a call of action.

Everything around us: homes, buildings, the things we fill our homes with: art, music, books, all began first as thoughts.

A “to do list,” is a list of thoughts, with an intent to act, which then creates new results or realities.

If we are going to spend our time thinking anyway, why not pull our thoughts from obsessively regretting the past or catastrophizing the future and start creating a better present moment of now?

When I find myself getting caught in a wave of thoughts that are not serving me, about the world, finances, health, etc. I start creating new possibilities with new thoughts.

I start with myself and my daughter. I imagine us healthy and dancing together on a beach. I’m wearing a red ballet dress and she is wearing a matching one in white. I have an entire dance choreographed that we do together at sunset, because I am corny like that.

I move on to my husband, extended family, friends, community, and world at large. I don’t imagine everyone dancing, but I suppose I could. I imagine instead, the realities they have shared with me that they most want. I see everyone in the story they are currently in, with whatever their personal struggles might be, and then I see them specifically as how they have expressed to me they want to be (particular new job, relationship, experience, etc.) which largely amounts to happy, healthy and successful.

For example, I had a friend who wanted a certain number of piano students each week; and another friend who wanted to have a dog walking business, another who wanted to self-publish books, another who wanted to make a film, and many friends who wanted to get pregnant. Every day for several weeks I visualized for each of them their desired reality and whether or not I had anything to do with it or not, their business’ grew, the books got published, the film was made, and all my friends got pregnant. To their credit, I do have hard working friends.

A few years ago there was a lot on the news about a pending hurricane to hit Mexico. At the time, I belonged to several online meditation groups and we came together to visualize the hurricane getting smaller and smaller so that by the time it hit Mexico, it would not cause the damage predicted; and that’s exactly what happened.

But there are many times that my thoughts don’t seem to make any difference at all.

There are so, very many variables that go into creating reality: personally and globally. We are not sole creators, we are merely co-creators. There will be times when forces greater than us and our thoughts, are able to shape and form reality. Does that mean that thought practice is a useless skill? No, because it’s not always about an ends to a means, it’s about how the focus on our thoughts changes us in the present moment.

I don’t know if my positive thinking helps the actual people I’m thinking about, but I know it helps me.

Positive thinking, or as I prefer to call it: “Thought Practice” is not about denial, it’s about a call to action around the reality that exists and how we want to change it.

When my child is sick, I do not treat her symptoms with happy thoughts alone. I acknowledge any suffering and do my best to provide comfort and ease, by first recognizing and validating her experience. Then I work, through action, to change that reality by providing medical care and/or healing techniques. Finally, I work with thought, I imagine her well, vibrant, and happy.

Too often, New Age Thought rejects the first steps of acknowledging the negative reality someone is experiencing for fear of reinforcing it; and too often the pragmatist rejects any power or influence their thoughts may have about a situation. As with most things in life, I find the answer to be in the middle grey area, somewhere in between those two extremes.

We have to recognize the reality in order to treat it, but we don’t have to accept the reality as the only reality in existence. There are likely an infinite number of realities for any given situation. Everything is energy which makes me believe that our thoughts have power, if not to impact the world around us, to impact the world within us.

If you have zero interest in thought practice as a means of service to self and others, and you just have a desire to be more present in the eternal moment of now, I wholeheartedly recommend any kind of creative engagement of the mind.

I am not a visual artist, as my salt and pepper shakers can attest, but I paint, craft, and create as often as possible because it brings me and keeps me in the present moment. Maybe that’s why every movie about mental institutions has a reference to basket weaving classes and shows patients doing arts and crafts. When we engage with creativity it brings us into the present.

I also find the same gift when I play chess or a musical instrument. I am not proficient at any musical instrument and therefore it takes a great deal of concentration for me to play one without damaging ear drums or driving others away.

Chess takes all my concentration and there is no part of my brain that has time to worry about the future or fret over the past when I am trying to protect my Queen and checkmate my opponents King. Chess makes my brain tickle and I love it, even if I lose far more often than win. I don’t play to win as much as I play for the reward of the brain tickle and the respite from living in the past or the future.

We need to have time in the present moment in order to manage the moments from the past and future that still haunt us.

It’s a delicious bath to bathe in the essence of nothingness and all-ness in the same moment of now.

What do you do to create presence in your life?

 

 

 

 

Managing Discomfort

Part of life is managing discomfort; be it mental, physical, spiritual, emotional, or even psychic.

The main way that most people manage discomfort is to kvetch, complain and vent about it. This can ease the sting and is sometimes a helpful part of the process; and yet, there are other ways to manage discomfort as well which my daughter has taught me; more graceful ways.

The first time my daughter was in a group situation where she felt the need to manage discomfort, children were making observational comparisons to one another. It was then that I first introduced her to the topic of ego.

I told her that the ego had a bad rep for the most part, but that the benefit of ego, is that it’s there for our survival, and part of survival is making comparisons and managing discomfort. And by survival I mean everything from the literal survival of life versus death, to survival of peer pressure. Survival of the personality, the spirit, and the core of who we are in the face of society, at times, pressuring us to be someone or something other than who we are.

“To be nobody but yourself in a world
which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
e. e. cummings

The question the ego asks most is, “Am I safe?” Everything that follows, that gives ego a bad name, usually comes from poorly devised attempts at safety.

I shared with her that it was the job of the ego to compare, but the job of the spirit to see past all that could be measured. She took this to heart.

We have recently moved to a new city. A city that from a global perspective isn’t that different from the last one we lived in, but from a highly sensitive person’s individual perspective is drastically, almost diametrically opposed to the one from which we came from both socially, and politically. It’s a culture shock to be certain.

My daughter went to a summer program to make new friends. When given the chance to socialize, the children, ages 8-11, played Minecraft on their cell phones instead. My daughter was disappointed.

When I asked her what she did to manage her disappointment, she said,

“I inhaled the feeling of discomfort and embraced it.”

“Wow!” I said with genuine awe, “What a masterful example of managing discomfort.”

My daughter is my inspiration. I take no credit for her “old soul” wisdom.

She likes to read Pema Chödrön. Yes, it’s true, that I introduced her to Pema Chödrön, but so too to Shakespeare, The Bhagavadgītā, parts of the Talmud, The Holy Bible, Dr. Seuss, Rainbow Fish, Tolstoy, Epictetus, the words of Gautama Buddha and a bevy of poets. But it has been Pema Chödrön who she has been drawn to most, as her 10-year-old self.

My daughter supported herself by supporting her feelings. She sat with the uncomfortable feelings like she would sit with an arm around a friend who was sad. Then the feeling dissolved and left. In essence, she loved discomfort away by accepting it, by breathing it in, and breathing it out.

How much easier and more elegant is this approach compared to being in denial, defensive, resistant or in reactive mode? It’s a life time easier.

Why can’t we all just do that whenever we are in discomfort? Can we try? Because it’s a pretty amazing and transformative practice that could end a lot of suffering.

She was able to change her own feelings and perspective through self-compassion and acceptance.

However, this did not change the people or problems around her.

“We can’t change the people around us but we can change the people around us.”

The challenge of being surrounded by children who would rather be on a device than play, still remained. Yet, she found a graceful and loving way to handle that situation as well.

Each morning before camp, we would do a grounding meditation. Sometimes it was as simple as a loving embrace facing each other heart to heart while setting a five minute meditation timer and just focusing on breathing together and really feeling each other’s unconditional love.

Sometimes I would guide her in a meditation in the parking lot of the school where the camp was located before she got out of the car. Neither practice took more than a few minutes. We’d focus on tuning her frequency to her highest self, those characteristics she feels make her who she is: a joyful heart, a conscientious spirit, and a curious mind all wrapped in a soft, playful, sensitive blanket.

I was taught that to have a friend, you have to be a friend. This can be good advice, but I feel it needs a little instruction. I became a friend to others, often by losing parts of myself in the process and I didn’t want to see my daughter sacrifice herself in the same way.

I wanted to encourage her in being more of who she was, to draw out and support anyone in the group who might share those same qualities; instead of encouraging her to be less of herself, just to fit in with the strongest common denominator which was the least like her truest self.

The challenge with group dynamics is remaining who you are, trusting that like-minded peers will come forth with support; and not allowing the mob mentality to mold you or your child into something you or they are not.

I really love who my daughter is and I don’t want her to lose her beautiful nature in the name of not feeling alone. This is part of why we homeschool, to support our child in being her true self. There’s a big difference between being able to blend into any community and having to change your core values to fit into the community you feel situationally forced to due to school, work, religion, etc.

At some point in our lives, we have each likely found ourselves letting pieces of us be chipped away in the name of acceptance by others. In the end, we often find that those who want to change us or need us to change in order to be accepted by them, will never be satisfied. I maintain that there is a more loving way to be in the world and connect with others, but it requires mindfulness and practice.

My daughter remained committed to a daily practice of being present and focused on the tuning of her frequency to the vibration that served her. The mantra and prayer was, “May my frequency honor and protect me so that I may strengthen the frequency of any kindred spirits among me and only attract other children who are vibrating with a joyful heart, a kind soul, and a conscientious spirit.”

I believe that we teach by example. We need not draw to us people who seem inherently different with a desire to change them (i.e. Bullies). We only need be more of ourselves and give others permission to do the same. For truly, if we are one, our core values which are expressions of love, will rise to the surface in each of us; if only we create a safe and inviting place for love to shine.

This is not just a lesson for a child, but for adults as well in work, family, and community dynamics. We can find peaceful and effective ways to manage discomfort through acceptance of what is and mindfulness of what can be.

My daughter is patient. She set an intention to make new friends and was prepared to be flexible and make space for that to happen. For several days, she sat with mindful presence demonstrating an interest and availability to play with the children, should they choose to stop playing Minecraft.

During that time she observed which children went out of their way to be kind to others and which went out of their way to be cruel. Fragments of conversations floated abundantly and gave insight into the moral compass of those around her. She noticed the mannerisms and quirks of teachers and administrators; people watching is in our blood. She radiated kindness to all and remained joyful and willing to make a new friend or friends during the entire process.

Eventually, after a week had passed, she decided that she would bring a book to read while other children played on their phones. Just as she was about to reach for her book, a few children, some new, began to put their phones away and play with her instead. She was thrilled.

She could have applied the “When in Rome, do as the Romans do” concept, or even the “If you can’t beat them, join them” philosophy. Instead, she chose to remain loyal to her integrity and values and her desire to connect with people directly and not via the video game.

We have no beliefs about the video game or video games in general either positive or negative, per say. In fact, Minecraft is very popular in the homeschool community and we have heard wonderful things about it. But that was simply not how she wanted to exchange her energy with others. She said, “I’d rather interact directly with children through playing pretend games and using our imaginations or spend time with myself reading a book. I’m not interested in Minecraft.”

It wasn’t a judgement against others, rather a choice for herself. That’s the irony about people who take things personally; it is personal, about the person making the choice for themselves, not about the one who actually takes it personally.

She did not succumb to lowering her vibration in order to make new friends. She believed in herself and focused on raising her vibration and trusting the process of life, and in the end, she was rewarded for that choice, and that faith. She may not have made lifetime friends in the summer camp environment, but she made seasonal friends.

These children were not like the children from the earthy, hippie community we had come from. They asked questions about what store my daughter planned to buy her costume from, and were inordinately focused on what kind of car their parents drove and the zip code each lived in.

These children played pranks on each other, older kids turned off the bathroom lights on younger kids and told them the bathroom was haunted. Some might argue that this is just an example of kids being kids; and maybe it is. But my daughter is an empath and when she saw how upset it made some of the children she had empathy for their feelings. She took it upon herself to use her height and courage and block the path of the lights when she could and assure the younger children that the bathroom was not haunted and that she would wait with them if they were frightened.

There were only two boys in the class of 30 and the day they were absent, the greater majority of the class began gossiping about them. When girls came to gossip with my daughter she asked them to stop. She said, “How would you feel if people were gossiping about you?” They walked away and my daughter got her first taste of what it feels like to stand up for the right thing but pay the price by standing alone.

At the end of the five week summer program, she walked away not having made any lasting friendships. Her father and I seemed more sad for her than she was for herself. She said, “It’s ok. It would have been too much work to bend myself to their ways or want them to bend themselves to my ways. Sometimes it’s just not a good fit but there will be other people and places and opportunities to make new friends.”

And there were. She met someone she connected with at Chemistry Camp and she’s become friends with the next door neighbor. Eventually, we may even get plugged into the homeschool community in our new town and maybe make more connections there.

For now, she has the friends she’s always had, she just sees them less. And truly, we don’t need a ton of friends, just a few really good ones. I’m proud of her for not falling into desperation and lowering her standards. It gives me hope for her future dating life.

We do not need to lower our vibration in order to find meaningful connections with others, no matter where we are in the world. We merely need to remain present, patient, and trusting that our tribe will find us or others will raise their vibrations to match ours if only we can remain grounded in our frequency, our integrity, and make our vibration strong enough to stay centered in it. We must keep being true to ourselves.

When we allow our inner light to shine and give ourselves permission to be who we are and like what we like, and heed the call of our spirit, and allow others to do the same, we all shine.

When we shine our light, we have the power to strengthen the light of others. The greater the light, the greater the vision and clarity for all concerned and the more effortless it is to manage our discomfort.

 

 

Considering Homeschooling?

Recently, upon hearing that I homeschool, another mom said to me, “I really don’t care where my daughter goes to school, I’m not picky. We all have to learn to deal with bullying. Bad experiences build character.”

I’m guessing she assumed I homeschool for a fear of bullying. I literally have 100 reasons why I homeschool which I am saving to publish as my 100th blog post. Bullying is just one of those reasons. Children with the kind of life-threatening allergies that my daughter has have been bullied by being tricked into eating a food containing said allergy and dying as a result. There is no lesson in character building in an experience such as that.

Sometimes bad experiences build good character and sometimes the character they build is a false self. When we feel that we are perpetually in survival mode, we do not behave the same as we do when we feel safe and we are in thrive mode. The false self that people build as a self-protective mechanism is often to master two faces: the mirror of a bully and the coward in shame. Neither of these are character building faces that I want my child to master.

One of the things I think school teaches very well is lessons in popularity. When I think of that word, I think of politicians and celebrities. Popular isn’t a bad thing. I know a really sweet girl who goes to school and is popular and probably always will be. I adore her because she has a kind heart. I was that girl too. But being popular can be exhausting. It breeds a fear of upsetting others. That fear can prohibit authenticity. So you see, even something as seemingly positive as being popular, can be toxic. Lessons from, The Breakfast Club. HA!

No matter how we educate our children, there are pros and cons.

I don’t homeschool because I think that homeschool is right for everyone. I homeschool because it’s right for us. I know that no matter which educational path we choose, we will be gaining and losing something that only another educational path can provide. Part of building character is having humility; knowing that we don’t know it all.

“But homeschooled kids lack socialization,” said the check out guy at my local grocery store and many other ignorant, well- meaning people. I’ve written about the socialization myth extensively so I’m just going to touch on it here.

Have you met my child? She is authentic. If she is interested in you, she will engage with you. If she is not, she will still be kind and polite. She is the very definition of “social.”

Do people believe that homeschooling means being locked away inside a home?

This is what socialization looks like for us: community classes in things like: Museums, ballet, music, art, sewing, language, chess, book clubs, theater, and more. We also have family and friends and homeschool groups where we meet in parks or invite each other to our homes for play dates, parties, and holiday celebrations. These are just the secular activities for those of us homeschoolers who are not particularly religious.

Then there are these people called: neighbors. Most of us have them. Personally, I’ve never met these fantom homeschoolers who live separate from the rest of society, I’m guessing in underground bunkers, since they lack socialization. But even those who do live in the mountains and are isolated, many of them have families larger than four, they are still learning socialization.

According to the U.S. Department of Education, 1,770,000 students are homeschooled in the United States. We are in good company. We are not alone. We are growing in numbers, because the school systems and society are failing us. Not all of us, but enough of us that homeschooling has become a movement.

During flu and cold season, it can sometimes feel that we are those weird homeschoolers locked away. We do avoid and cancel many plans due to illness (ours or others). When your immune system is compromised, as ours is, it doesn’t get built up by being exposed to one cold after the other, on the contrary, that makes everything much worse. For our family, the common cold has turned into week long hospital stays with pneumonia, three times in nine years.

When our child was just a year old, we were told that her health conditions were so severe that we would have to homeschool her. Homeschooling is not anything I ever really considered or had a desire to do. The entire process seemed overwhelming and terrifying to me. Instead, I read as much research as I could to support “mainstreaming” my child and instead of embracing homeschooling as I had been encouraged to do, I put her in one school after the other.

First, we tried a religious school, which was great, except for the time obligation toward the religion which was expected of all families and the minor fact that we are not religious. Nevertheless, we stayed at that school until she aged out. It was only a pre-school. She did contract swine flu when she was three and nearly die, despite being vaccinated against it, but I was convinced that through sheer will of belief in modern medicine and a positive attitude, that we could make school work.

Next, we tried a small, independent, private school which was nearly perfect, but not something we could continue to afford. Our daughter was given a scholarship to attend a very prestigious, college prep, K-12 private school, which she had to take an IQ test to qualify for; but it was 30 minutes from the nearest hospital and with all her health issues, it just wasn’t a safe choice.

Lastly, we tried a public school. We believed in the premise of the public school system and wanted to support it, while also keeping out daughter safe. In all, we visited 17 schools before choosing the one we did. Unfortunately, it was by far one of the worst bureaucratic experiences of our lives. We were stripped of all parental rights whilst our daughter attended public school.

Due to her myriad of health issues, she was heavily over-medicated by the ill-equipped school nurse. I was called each day to leave work early and pick her up due to asthma attacks and allergic reactions. After the first two weeks of school she was so sick with the “common cold,” that her teacher and all her classmates were able to work through, that she was admitted to the hospital for the second time in her life with life-threatening pneumonia.

Seven days later, the public school threatened us legally with truancy- and child protective services because we had kept our daughter out of school for a week (she was IN the hospital). This was despite the fact that she was still in the hospital and the school principal had confirmed that a note from her pediatrician informing the school of her condition had been received.

Because of that experience, we will never trust another public school again; especially now that our daughter has been diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS). Too many children with EDS have multiple dislocations and bruises which are mistaken for being abused children. I am not willing to ever be in a position again where an ignorant, public school staff can threaten to take my child away — Where my rights as a parent are superseded by the rights of a school and when I know my child is not safe.

Coming to the choice to homeschool was not easy, in fact, it would be safe to say that I fought it every step of the way. I did not feel qualified. I didn’t know what to expect or where to start. I feared all the stereo-types that I had heard and read about homeschoolers. I myself had been unschooled for part of my educational experience and harbored resentments around holes I feel I have in my own education (holes I have now come to see are present no matter the education one has).

In order to homeschool, I would have to quit my job as the primary provider and I was already struggling with my own declining health. I had no idea how we could possibly make this work economically. But eventually, homeschooling became our only option. Even with all that I could find wrong with homeschool and unschool, it still proved to be a superior option for us personally, all things considered.

We began to educate ourselves by reading everything we could find about all the different types and ways of homeschooling. I delved deeper into the philosophy, research and statistics of whole life unschooling, life learning and alternative homeschooling options (I’ll attach my short list of recommendations).

Both my husband and I come from families who love to learn; some who have made a sport out of soaking up new knowledge, some, educators themselves, who have obtained the highest degrees in education.

As a family unit, we value education. We value knowledge and we have a passion for learning. We do not separate learning from everyday life. We make the world our classroom instead of making a classroom our world.

When you homeschool, you still have the option of taking classes and we have and do utilize that option, however, we do not learn solely from taking classes, we use classes as optional tools to compliment the natural learning we do from the time we are born until the day we die.

It’s our goal to model for our daughter that most knowledge is self-taught, self-education, based on a passionate desire to know more than we have learned in school, and to continually learn and practice something new that serves our unique purpose in life. To teach that school is for learning is also to teach that when one is out of school they stop learning, neither of these are beliefs we ascribe to.

After homeschooling since 2012, I can say with confidence that true, sustained learning happens through intrinsic motivation, not coercion based on punishment and reward. I was raised with the carrot and the stick. I now question that validity.

If you have an ambitious child, who is filled with self-motivation, self-determination, has passions and confidence in at least one area of their life that makes them feel special: homeschooling will probably work better for you than most. All you need do is facilitate what your child feels they need to know and then let go of the reigns and watch them fly. A child born with natural talents and abilities will flourish when given the opportunity of freedom, time, space, and unconditional love and support to do so.

The hardest challenge you will likely have, is to silence the voice of the critic; be it your own, your partner, a parent, friends, family, community, and teachers. Let me assure you, it gets easier with practice.

Many of my closest friends are educators. Some of them see successful homeschooling as a personal attack and insult to everything they have devoted their life to. I have compassion for their feelings but their burden of belief is not mine, nor yours to carry. As a parent, you have one and only one consideration and just a reminder, it’s not the voices of critics.

Your only job is to do right by your child and only you and your child know what that is. The proof is in the pudding. No one who really knows us, has pulled me aside yet to tell me that they think my daughter is lacking because of homeschool. Don’t get me wrong, there is a part of me that is always in fear that she is behind in something. And I do my best not to project that fear unto her. But I know that whatever she might be behind in, she can catch up with and will if it becomes necessary. What she is gaining however, is far more than she might be losing.

A child can always catch up on what she might have lost as a homeschooler, but she can’t erase damage that’s already been gained, once it happens, from being in a school environment that isn’t serving her.

Here’s the thing- right/wrong- none of us know what tomorrow brings. We don’t know what works or doesn’t work until we experience it. We only know what’s right for us in this moment of now. In the big picture everyone makes mistakes, nobody gets it 100% right and luck and fate and health play a bigger role than anyone gives rightful credit. If you try compulsory school and it doesn’t work, try homeschool. If you try homeschool and it doesn’t work, try compulsory school. “The only constant thing in life is change.” We are not chained to our present. We forget about one of our greatest powers in life: choice.

I have a great deal of respect for good teachers. I think teachers and nurses are two of the most noble professions. I’m sure that by homeschooling, my child is missing out on some amazing, well-qualified, creative, imaginative, and nurturing teachers as well as some mind-numbing, languid, and far less than ideal teachers. Not to mention a sometimes highly dysfunctional social structure that I wouldn’t wish upon my worse enemy.

I am not a teacher and I don’t claim to be (unless I’m at Barnes & Noble using my educator discount card). I don’t think I know more than others or that I have the skills a well-trained teacher might; but I have something they don’t have and that’s: freedom of choice. Most public school teachers have to teach the curriculum they are given and teach it not with the goal to retain knowledge but merely to memorize long enough to do well on tests.

I also have the knowledge of my child and know, better than anyone else, what her needs are, because I love her more than anyone else. I know her strengths and weaknesses. I don’t always have the answers, but I know how to find a good tutor who does. I don’t always have all the patience I need, but I have a partner, friends, and community support when I need it.

For now, homeschooling is our only foreseeable solution. I still maintain that if we could afford it I would send my daughter to a small, private, alternative, hippy-dippy school that’s close to a hospital. Some place with a reasonable student to teacher ratio that honors arts and sciences, shares our basic value system of kindness and integrity and implements a zero tolerance for bullying. To leave a child in a school for eight hours a day, which they can’t escape, where they are being bullied, is not character building, it’s abuse.

There’s a lot I could say about the entire institution of school and what it’s primary purpose is and provide link upon link of research that paints compulsory school in a negative light. However, it’s not my desire to criticize someone else’s choice. The bottom line is that nothing in life is all good or all bad.

Until such day comes where we can send our child to the aforementioned imaginary school, she has parents who love her unconditionally, extended friends & family who care about her, a healthy home environment, several library cards, a strong arts community, a supportive homeschool community and as much support from her parents as we can possibly give.

There is no sure-fire way to prepare for anything in life. The best we can do is learn to trust our intuition and be flexible. If we are taught to be true to ourselves we learn to cut our losses before we invest too much. If you are considering homeschool, there’s no way to know if it’s right for you until you try.

I hope this helped you with your choice. Please know that you are not alone. It’s a lot easier than you think. The first step is to just relax and trust that no matter what, it’s all going to work out. What’s the worse that could happen? What are the chances of your fears becoming reality if you stay in compulsory school? What are the chances if you homeschool? I think you have your answer.

    
Homeschool / Unschool Resources

Many of the films are online for free or can be streamed from Netflix or rented from Redbox. I think all of these films are important and the documentaries should be required viewing before enrolling a child in school.

Films on Public School Today
Race To Nowhere
Most Likely To Succeed
Waiting For Superman
Bully

Films on Homeschooling / Unschooling
Captain Fantastic
Class Dismissed (illustrates the various types of homeschooling)

Writers & Books
There are too many to mention. Start online and choose two that seem completely opposite to start, after reading those, you will have a better idea of where to go from there.

Online
Www.JohnHoltGWS.com
LifeLearningMagazine.com

Dear Daughter,

October 2016

My Dearest Daughter,

You are wise.

I believe in you.

You do not need these letters from me.

You do not need my words of “wisdom” which are merely opinions based on my personal experience.

I have absolute faith in you.

I know that you can do anything you set your heart and mind to.

I know that you have integrity and that you make good choices.

I know that you are kind, loving, intelligent, talented, sensitive, beautiful, and strong.

You have everything you need to get you through life.

I am writing these letters because when my Papa, my primary parent, died, I wished I had letters from him like the ones I am leaving for you. I longed to ask him, “What would you do?,” in various situations.

I wished for words of comfort and wisdom from him during times in my life when I was confused, and frightened.

It is only natural to presume that you might feel this way too, someday, about me, and I want to give to you what I wish I had from my parent, just in case.

I hope that I will be alive and of sound mind and able to remember and communicate whatever you might want or need from me, when that time comes. But if I am not, I am writing what I can to you now.

I am making it public, so that it won’t be lost in the chaos of personal possessions if I am gone.

Please always know how very much I love you and admire you. I know that if you choose to be a mother, you will be a wonderful mother, and a success at anything you do in life. For you have always known balance and been attuned to what your body, mind, and spirit need to keep you whole.

I trust that you will take care of your health, because you always have been so very good at doing so.

I will never leave your side, I might only transfer my energy from the physical to the metaphysical.

We have a bond that I believe will continue through many life times.

I promise to visit you in your dreams, comfort you through pain, and celebrate with you all the many joys you will experience.

My spirit plans to dwell on beaches and in places of art and inspiration; as well as support those who are suffering in any way that I can; and to always watch out for you and Daddy, and be as present as possible anytime you ask me to.

When my family members began to die and drift away, I tried to make my friends my family. This was the biggest mistake and waste of my precious life force and energy that I repeatedly made in life. I pray you will not make the same mistake.

I hope you will allow your friends to be your friends and expect nothing more than they are capable of giving or being. Having a friend as a friend is much better than having a friend you expect to love you and be there for you like family. I truly believe that is asking too much and that it diminishes your own power and ability to be there for yourself.

Remember that as long as you have yourself, you have family. You will be ok. Mommy’s friends love you and you will have a surrogate mother when you need one. You will never have to walk through life alone; although being alone can also be a serene experience of being “all-one.”

Keep loving yourself and others. Keep creating. Keep your love for learning, and literature, music, art, dance, theatre, and nature, close to your heart.

Please remember to always make time to do nothing, to indulge in silence, to be of service to others when you can, and to take care of you and your needs, and your life will always be full.

I’m so proud of who you are and the light you shine in this world. May you always be able to see yourself with love, and love yourself as unconditionally as I love you.

Remember this, my dear one… you deserve happiness. You deserve unconditional love. You deserve every good and wonderful thing that I know you will create in your life.

I will always be proud of you just for being you, your authentic self. You are my greatest joy, my sunshine, my Huckleberry friend.

I am so blessed to have you as my daughter. I never could have created in my imagination a more delightful and loving child. You are a miracle.

I love your laughter, your sweet yet strong singing voice, your thirst to learn, and the compassion, support, and wisdom, which you give to others.

I will never tire of watching you read, of seeing you draw or hearing you play the cello.

I am and have always been in awe of you and all your innate wisdom and goodness.

Thank you for being my daughter, my friend, and my raison d’être inspiration.

I love you infinity,

Mommy