24 September 2012

Breathing In and Breathing Out | Unschool Monday |

It is a scientific fact that you cannot hold your breath forever. The body will spontaneously respond to get its systems back up and functioning normally again.  As is what is happening here at Unicorn Manor. I could choose to spend my time white knuckling and holding my breath, refusing to make any concrete steps towards "schooling" Imp. Or I could put on my Big Mama Pants™, breathe out and get on with it. I decided upon the Pants™

I am taking steps to try and have reached out to the homeschooling community here in the area to see if there are any Waldorf inspired homeschoolers that we can connect with. Now we wait for a response.

Breathe In.

Part of my weekend was spent conversing with Kestrel in regards to how to start creating Circle Time for Imp and Squeak, who may be too little yet to want to be involved but we will see.

Breathe Out.

I listen out for Imp and Squeak and there is nothing. Silence. Oh shudder.

Breathe In.

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My concern was unfounded as I find them raiding their craft box to do some beading. *whispers* I could almost call this "handwork?" Yes?


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Breathe Out.

I take the moment to leave them to concentrate on their work and type out this post. Then I hear raised voices of frustration from The Littles as they attempt to negotiate who can have the fairy plate with the beads on it. Negotiations sound intense and soon I hear stomping of bigger feet across floor boards.

Breathe In and Out in rapid succession.



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Rolling with the Owlet crew on another Unschool Monday.


PS. Since writing this post, The Littles got out the glitter. Pass me a paper bag.

17 September 2012

The Homeschooling Wobbles

Now that Imp is five, the question of schooling is starting to permeate our bubble in many different forms. Most are innocent comments from well minded people and family who generally assume that she will attend the nearest school. Some feel to be more than just a case of genuine curiosity.

We attended our usual playgroup a few weeks back and interesting conversation ensued while the children were playing. It started off innocent enough with the question of where Imp would be attending school. When I suggested that we would most probably homeschool, the politeness of the conversation soon unraveled. I was informed that I was doing my child and other children a disservice by not putting Imp into school. That others would benefit from the wonderfulness that is my child (that part I do agree with, Imp is so very awesome) and I was being selfish by keeping her to myself.

Sigh.

I tried to explain that the reason my daughter has the personality she is does is because she is not in a place where others attempt to shape her into something that THEY demand. To force her to conform to a certain way which pleases the masses. However, it was dismissed. Then when asked what style of homeschooling I was thinking of doing, I mentioned that I was seriously looking into a Steiner based education. Closed minds and deaf ears felt the need to mock. To state that Steiner children were odd; they didn't know how to socialise in the real world; that the sooner the schools change their curriculum to fit in the rest of us, the better off they would be.

I felt shattered. Angered that I had to even attempt to justify my position. I found her bluntness to be extremely hard to handle and it took a lot of strength to not blow a gasket in front of everyone. Then the worst thing of all happened, it made me question myself.

Am I doing the right thing by Imp? Most children her age are already on the educational conveyor belt. I haven't even begun. Where do I begin? How do I begin? I have frantically searched for solace from other homeschoolers. I look at the fantastic blogs like Bowl of Stones, Like a bird, and Owlet and all I see is the effortlessness that these fantastic Mamas are just getting on with teaching their children. Smiling faces, enthusiastic learning, the joy and colourful world that is these individual families feel almost unachievable.

Imp is now asking about school. A game of pretend at the moment for her is putting on her back pack and going to school. She tries to rope me into this by calling me "Teacher." I feel myself resisting this because I am stuck in moment of self doubt. Fixed on a seesaw of deliberation. When homeschooling entered our world, it was really out of left field and it was a necessity as The Eldest was suffering where he was. It was nothing that I had really wanted to be a part of but, he needed me to step up for him so, I did. However, now that it is mostly up to me and Husband to make the choice, I found myself wavering. Most definitely wobbling.




Joining the amazing Owlet today for Unschool Monday

11 September 2012

Renaming

The House of Chaos now ceases to be. Well the name at least. We are not moving any time soon and our little house is becoming more like a home every day.

On a whim, which is where I live on occasion, I indulged in some online window shopping which quickly turned into me actually purchasing goods. One particular night, I discovered a little gift for a new home with more than a passing nod to Imp's love of horned equines.



Welcome to Unicorn Manor. Imp just loves it and squealed with delight (only to her delight, the rest of us were losing our balance due to the pitch) when she saw it. Husband was bemused. Mission accomplished.

5 September 2012

Captured



One handed dinosaurs like to soak their large feet in yoghurt. Thanks Squeak.

cap-ture  To succeed in preserving in lasting form