A view over the garden gate of a 19 year homeschool veteran and her adventure in reinventing herself at 50.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Homeschooling in Oz
I actually feel that Oz bears some striking resemblance to this thing that we do.
Really.
It may seem kind of strange though that, while the school year is closing up for most everyone, I choose to begin writing in June about the learning curve of homeschooling/schooling at home. For those of us that have been doing thisforever for centuries years, we often seem to just move fluidly from year to year...effortlessly adjusting, compensating and moving on...growing our kids through years and learning and out into the world. I've been at this for 18+ years now. Three are grown and in the Army and/or College. And the last one will graduate in a few years. It seems kind of like the "learning curve" has become a straight shot down a long flat highway...but it hasn't always been this way...and I know that many of you are newer at this by a decade or more. Those who are newer at this are Dorothys who have just had Miss Gulch and a tornado steal away the days that you thought were supposed to be fun and easy and normal.
That tornado has dropped you in a strange, beautiful, scary place where there are lots of people who are "different" than you are, but who have been living in this land longer than you and have a better grip on the ins and the outs than you.
You start looking for the straight road...the easy way ("How hard can this be, after all, right?") through it, but the lady in charge tells you that you need to need to head off to some place where the "green people" are to find the "perfect answers" about what you need to know. Unfortunately, you get pointed down a long and winding, though brightly colored road, littered with more "different" (and occasionally strange) characters.
I also know that the newer parents are beginning now to stress over the road ahead. Perhaps you're hoping that the road is flat, straight and smooth, as mine appeared to be. You know though, that it won't be. You're probably wondering exactly how scary it will be. You're probably also praying that by making this decision you won't be breaking your child irreparably. Some of you are probably also quoting the Lion (I did NOT call him Cowardly) from the Wizard of Oz.
Wishing that there were other better options may be where you are.
You may also be wishing away the difficulties. No witches, no darkness, no pitfalls.
The pitfalls and witches on the way though, are going to help you, but you may not know it at the time.
The fact is that while the road is winding and there are detours and dark nights of the soul, following the road leads to a great ending. You just have to have the pieces in place.
And what are those pieces?
You'll discover that, with heart and thinking and courage, there really is no place like home.
(Don't under estimate those pieces of Oz. More on those later.)
Really.
It may seem kind of strange though that, while the school year is closing up for most everyone, I choose to begin writing in June about the learning curve of homeschooling/schooling at home. For those of us that have been doing this
That tornado has dropped you in a strange, beautiful, scary place where there are lots of people who are "different" than you are, but who have been living in this land longer than you and have a better grip on the ins and the outs than you.
You start looking for the straight road...the easy way ("How hard can this be, after all, right?") through it, but the lady in charge tells you that you need to need to head off to some place where the "green people" are to find the "perfect answers" about what you need to know. Unfortunately, you get pointed down a long and winding, though brightly colored road, littered with more "different" (and occasionally strange) characters.
I also know that the newer parents are beginning now to stress over the road ahead. Perhaps you're hoping that the road is flat, straight and smooth, as mine appeared to be. You know though, that it won't be. You're probably wondering exactly how scary it will be. You're probably also praying that by making this decision you won't be breaking your child irreparably. Some of you are probably also quoting the Lion (I did NOT call him Cowardly) from the Wizard of Oz.
Lion: I may not come out alive, but I'm going in there. There's only one thing I want you fellows to do.
Tin Woodsman, Scarecrow: What's that?
Lion: Talk me out of it!
Wishing that there were other better options may be where you are.
You may also be wishing away the difficulties. No witches, no darkness, no pitfalls.
The pitfalls and witches on the way though, are going to help you, but you may not know it at the time.
The fact is that while the road is winding and there are detours and dark nights of the soul, following the road leads to a great ending. You just have to have the pieces in place.
And what are those pieces?
You'll discover that, with heart and thinking and courage, there really is no place like home.
(Don't under estimate those pieces of Oz. More on those later.)
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Mug of the Day- Kinderhook
A few years ago I bought myself a lovely pottery mug at Plimoth Plantation and that began something of a hobby for me. As we've visited historic places, F&D events, and craft fairs, I've looked for handmade mugs and cups that have a special "something" about them and they have become part of most of my mornings. I've got a bunch.
Morning is probably my favorite time of day. I can usually snatch a few hours before work and do some things around the house and yard. I love the quiet. I love the light. I love that feeling of accomplishment. And it's one part of the day that no one but me owns. This late spring time of year is lovely because I can get outside and do some yardwork, water plants, and our very small home becomes larger. I like to push out the walls of our living and working space so that it takes in the outside as well.
But what about the mug?
The mug is part of making my morning before work and kids and go, go, go more interesting. I choose a different mug each morning and it goes with me throughout the day, being refilled with whatever the drink of choice happens to be. For most of the year it seems to be sweet tea...now homemade, but when push-comes-to-shove, McD's will do. (I'll discuss my addiction to sweet tea a different time.)---And in the winter I've discovered the true bliss of vanilla chai. -- Regardless, the Mug of the Day sees me through all the things that fill my day. It's consistent. Consistency is a wonderful thing and, for some of us, pretty hard. I try. Most days are pretty consistent with how things run, but with 6 people in the house, it's not always easy. And now that everyone is older, the schedules don't typically jive. All good. That's what we hope will happen, right? They all do their thing and are self sufficient.I digress.
Today, it's the Kinderhook Mug. I got this lovely green piece at a craft fair 2 Julys ago in Kinderhook, New York. They have a lovely town craft fair during the muster there each June and the same potter is usually there. Sometime I'll show you the matching pitcher.
Well, on we go with the day. Work and homeschool...and homeschoolers.Sun, and I'll probably work from the deck. Pushing those walls out. Push, push, push.
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