(S'pose I'll post this to both Happy and Free and OLM-- there are different readers.)
Sometimes it might take two minutes.
' might take me two days.
Might even take me a couple of weeks.
oof.
But eventually
it always comes down to
Joy.
My children are entitled to Joy
and I Choose Joy
and learning should be had in Joy.
Personal philosophy.
Some might say narcissistic or hedonistic....
and maybe that's true...
prob'ly it is.
But for me it's imperative.
I believe in a God (Universe, All) that is abundant
never condemning
and constant in the loving.
I strive to be the same for my children.
So somewhere in here is where I find What Works For Us.
And
in here, too,
I also find
What Does Not.
It's sooooo easy when it's like today.
When the children (and the Mama - imagine that! rolls eyes at herself)
are so happy
-and dashing
and digging
and Inquisitive.
So easy.
Thank God I get these days, for these days and moments are what I live for.
The other ones--
blech. The other ones.
I've picked them apart enough to know that they feel nothing like today.
Those days are so heavy. Wearing armor.
They're full and full some more of Fear
and its companion, Ego
and I just wish they'd let me be.
Be.
As I long to let my children Be.
(To be fair to myself I should say that it's not always Days that are like this, sometimes it's just a Moment, and I can pretty easily dismiss it.)
So...
The Experiment.
The difference around here in what is Working (learning in Freedom, Love, and Joy), and what is Not Working (worrying it's Not Good Enough, fearing the love of discovery has come to an exhausted end, letting a stranger's -or even a friend's- judgment stand in place of my own) is easiest for me to pinpoint in the How.
The What is not an issue. The What is what The Experiment was about. If I had my hands off, how would a day look? Turned out to look very familiar. Never mind that we didn't go to Chuck E Cheese or to see an irritating cartoon film at the dollar movie (I didn't think of them to offer to Trev)-- our days are peppered aplenty with that sort of thing.
I'm supposing that our days are pretty much what my children would choose for themselves even if I didn't ask "Want to?"
So... The How.
The How is where the joy lies.
There is "Here, let's get out this new kit, and do the first experiment, shall we?" and there is "Want to check this out with me and see what's in it?" and "Oooh... what does this do?" And skipping straight to the mystery sticky pink thing in Experiment #9.
There is "Woh! You gotta come see this!" and there's "It's time for an experiment..." (All of which I've said often enough. Some more than others, thank goodness.)
They might look the same.
Might even get roughly the same results.
But I'll tell you what...
They don't feel the same.
So I was talking about leading (there was something about a statement that said Unschoolers -er, rather unschooling Mama's- don't lead, which I say is Nonsense)... and I count all of the above scenarios as leading. Not leading to me would be no suggestions whatsoever. That would mean waiting until a friend called to say "Wanna play?" instead of ever offering "Shall we see if friends wanna play at the park today?" It would mean always having my children with me at the store to say "this looks interesting, can we get it?" instead of tossing an exotic fruit or science kit into my basket because it's something I like or am excited to share with them.
So, yes, I lead. And I follow. And sometimes I'm the coal tender.
And when it's right
it's so right.
And that's the way I want it.
I want it Right
and I want it natural
(nature flowing to and from our family as a soulful unit and as individuals)
and I want it in Joy.
Not fear.
Not ego.
Joy.
Again and again and again
I choose Joy.
And I'm gonna do it like I wrote it, dammit.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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Our local Sunday paper had this headline today :Give Them A Break - Parents want city middle schoolers to have recess." I sort of snorted or something, enough to give my older son something to inquire about. When I told him what I was reading, he said, "Mom, why would they DO that?" He lives in a world where taking away recess is so far beyond this comprehension:) We talked about the poor scores on the national tests and how the teachers are trying to get better scores, and he says he completely understands, but it is just so confusing to him.
That brought me a lot of joy. He thinks everyone should enjoy learning AND have lots of recess!
Love this post!
Joy Joy Joy I hear joy every morning in my kids' voices....
If for nothing else, it's JOY!
I may have to print this and hang it somewhere in my house if it's alright with you.
Danette
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