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Aidan woke us up at some dreadful hour last night…. I did not check the clock, but it was dead dark. He thought it was time to get up, and earnestly pursued the goal of rousing the parents of the household, at least. Kevin went to sleep on the couch. I heard him leave, and imagined he was downstairs chasing bears outside, or dealing with a sick kid (Sean and Brendan have been dealing with GI issues recently, so I was picturing the worst OF COURSE). So I went looking for him, and couldn’t find him. Then Aidan found him trying to sleep on the sofa. It went on from there. I finally made Aidan stay in his bed in the loft and lay down beside him to keep him there so Kevin could get some sleep. You see, I can nap during the day, but Kevin is unable to sleep unless it’s night time. Still, it wasn’t exactly great sleep, and Aidan made sure to wake me up for good once it was light outside. I am remembering melatonin and special needs — but his sleeping pattern has never been a problem before.

I made pancakes and sausages for dinner and simmered the black beans I had set to soak yesterday evening, with jalapenos and garlic and diced canned tomatoes. Everyone did their weekly chores.

Clare made some special vanilla tea that I got her for her birthday. We went to the library and I got Sway and Clare got Brideshead Revisited (the book) and Monk (the TV series on DVD) from our request pile. The kids spent some time this afternoon watching Monk, and I took that nap. Cooking beans means that Aidan is guaranteed to say 100 times (not even exaggerating): ARe they ready? It’s time to turn off those things you are making, Mom. I think they’re done! He kept saying this during my nap, so no primetime sleep there either.

Sean had football practice, so he and Kevin were gone for most of the afternoon.

I was going to make fajitas for dinner to go with the black beans, but the beef was still too frozen, so I made a chicken stir-fry instead; and Aidan got his long-awaited beans, at last. Clare made a chocolate cake for her saint’s day which is today, and so that was dessert.

Kevin showed everyone who had not stayed up late yesterday, the swimming relay from last night’s Olympics.

After dinner I played a game with Paddy that we have been playing recently. He takes my Palm Treo and I take the Bluetooth Keyboard, and we do this imaginary dialogue/pretend game and type in what we say. I actually do all the typing, but he likes seeing the words come up on the screen. I am a reformed giant spider, sort of like Shelob but who has changed for the better. He is a Hero. We have two baby lions that travel with us, and 2 baby spiders (mine) who are still nursing ;-). We go on various adventures; his favorite is going to “dreamland” where the villains are from our nightmares.

This is quite mentally challenging for me. I realize what Chesterton says about the youthful energy — how the child says “do it again” and the adult does it, “until he is nearly dead.” I also realize the hidden laziness of academic structure — it’s a hidden truth of structure that it is plain EASIER for the adult than the diverse, imaginative, exploratory world of the small child. I would have much preferred a nice structured reading lesson as far as my energy level and creativity went; on the other hand, I LEARNED more and connected more with my precious youngest by engaging in his game with him. And all things considered, he was learning just as much about reading, if not MORE, than if we were sitting down with a phonics manual. He was looking at the typing and asking me to read to him, and sometimes reading bits himself. Still, I got TIRED. Since my youngers have an older mom, it’s a good thing they also have siblings to fill in the energy and creativity gaps.

Now Aidan is asleep, and Paddy says he is hungry.

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Paddy and Aidan going boating, a couple of weeks ago on our vacation by the lake.

Life in Pictures

Sean starts school this week — and today came home with his new uniform — at least, practice jersey, helmet and pads:

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Just for variety, a picture of Clare and her friends on their Regency afternoon by the lake…. looks a bit like a book cover, doesn’t it?

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Finally, Clare and Paddy and Aidan playing some sort of “lock the robbers in the jail” (really, the pantry) game…. fun for all ages.

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Sierra Highlights

I like my friend Chari’s way of journaling with her Haven Heartbeats and Daybook, so I thought I’d try something of the kind just to record those little things that otherwise seem to slip by.

Where Everyone Is:

Aidan is next to me typing on my Palm Treo; Clare is listening to the soundtrack of My Fair Lady; Brendan is typing in his room; Sean and Kevin are at the high school (Sean is getting his equipment and a practice session, Kevin is going to a Parent’s Meeting); Kieron and Paddy are reading Sonic cartoons online. I’m not sure where Liam is at the moment, but somewhere in the house.

Recent Music:

My Fair Lady, The Scarlet Pimpernel

Recent Books Seen Around the House:

Rick Brant Science Adventures (Kieron); The Last Crusade (Brendan); A Canticle for Leibowitz, 100 Great Short Stories (Liam); Tintin (Paddy); Ten Apples up on Top (Aidan); Don Quixote (Clare); Chance or Purpose *by Christoph Cardinal Schonborn, The Developing Mind by Daniel Siegel (me).

Weather:

Sunny and bright and breezy, not hot

Thoughts:

Transitions — Sean and Liam going to school, start of new academic year, fall coming

What I’m Working On:

Organizing homeschool papers, tidying house and putting things in proper places

What I am Happy About:

I am eating well without having to keep food journals, and am finally at a good weight for me.

What I’m Not So Happy About:

How hard it is to make friends and engage in community activities up here.

Spiritual Focus:

Ignatian Spiritual Exercises (progressing through Retreat with the Lord by Fr John Hardon)
Trying to figure out what God wants for me in this next stage of life.

Recent Kitchen Events:

Clare is making Toll House Cookies; Liam made a sort of ground beef and potato hash with garlic and cabbage (very good!); I made a successful bread with oat flour and whole wheat.

Formal Academics:

Aidan and Paddy slowly going through Word Mastery (phonics manual).

Informal Learning:

Nothing that leaps to mind — we’ve just been playing : ).

Culture:

Reading Pygmalion together — me, Liam and Clare


Movies:

Frequency, Artificial Intelligence

Wearing:

Old jeans and a thermal long-sleeved shirt (grey).

Creating:

Order in this corner of the house.
An updated notebook system.

Grateful for:

Friends and family (for sure!) and new adventures (trying to stay positive!)

Some things I want to do this week:

Take the little guys outside, call a friend.

I have been trying to think through my blogging plans for this year and since this is my spot for thinking things through, I decided to give it a try.

Daniel Siegel says in the book The Developing Mind that the left brain is responsible for making sense out of things — making experience flow as a sequential narrative. The right brain is sort of a treasure trove of all the experiences, context, background, emotions from which the left brain draws. He says that a split-brained patient asked to explain a picture using the left brain, for example a picture of a father and son playing baseball, will spin an elaborate tale but it won’t do justice to the picture. The left brain may ignore the obvious relationship between the father and son, for example, because the right brain is responsible for those context clues that are often difficult to put into words, but are obvious to most people.

This is interesting; for the purpose of this post I’m just focusing on how blogging or journalling SOMETIMES helps me process what’s simmering on the back burner, in what Siegel calls the right hemisphere of the brain. There are times when that part of my brain feels almost overloaded but I can’t actually get the thoughts out in a proper stream. I suppose some people draw pictures, at that point. This doesn’t seem to work for me, for two reasons. One is that I’m not that great at drawing. The other is that I think right-hemisphered people must be divided into two kinds — the concrete thinkers and the conceptual ones. I’m a conceptual one. My hemisphere is apparently full of ideas, emotions, half-thoughts that don’t easily translate into images. They ARE visual but in a way that’s difficult to describe or draw.

Hmm, I haven’t made much progress in my subject, which was blogging. I have four main blogs (and a couple of private ones). There is this one, for journalling and thinking things through; my main one, which seems to be mostly about general education and the humanities, nowadays; my homeschooling “planning notebook”, and my housekeeping one. I am one of those people who is constantly starting notebooks and losing them and trying to figure out how to categorize them. Blogging helps me keep my categories a bit more fixed and blogging also helps IMMENSELY with retrieval. No more searching through the house and hunting through various pages trying to find what I wrote down. I can go to my blog and type in a search term and usually find what I’ve been hunting for fairly quickly.

Still, there are difficult moments. One difficulty is that for a person with an active right hemisphere, it’s often difficult to figure out what topic goes in which category. Where does homeschooling planning end and homeschool journalling begin? How about the overlap between housekeeping and homeschooling? etc. So I tend to operate my categorizations by intuition. This post “feels” like it belongs on here.

Then there is the way that the forum shapes the message. It’s inevitable. AND vice versa. Several times, one of my blogs has taken a turn simply because of what kind of thing I was putting on there. This blog became a place to think through visual-spatial learning, for example. The material could easily have gone on my main blog, but I started it on here because I was thinking through some unschooling things and this place seemed the best one to put that kind of thing.

Recently I have been thinking about my blogs more as notebooks, or scrapbooks, or even books with topics. They might have some overlapping material, but that is just the nature of reality — there are no real compartments. That seems to give me more freedom NOT to get paralyzed in “What goes where?” There have been several times I’ve started thinking something through over here, for instance, and then found the thought carrying through to some other place. At any rate, I’m very happy in general about blogging because it has given me the first real, semi-organized, retrievable, nice-looking archive of records I’ve ever had.

I like this seasonal grouping of poetry, lore and photos.

From my to-do list:

Backpack for Sean
Get school bus schedule
Buy socks for Liam
Work on yard — firebreak
Get materials for refinishing exterior logs on house
Revise chore routine
Order and stack firewood for winter

Recent days have seemed drenched in the long golden light of late summer. It is not even really late summer yet, but things are happening so fast. So many endings and beginnings; Liam’s first regular experience as a wage-earner this summer, his last year at college, Sean’s first year at school, the whole football thing. If you can feel nostalgia in present tense, that is where I am. Everything seems invested with meaning. This means I am having trouble keeping the house clean, because when things are invested with meaning, it seems to weight me down. Someone described the early days of pregnancy as “moving through molasses” and it is a bit that way now, though I am not pregnant. Life seems expectant and burdened both, though, and so in that way it is the same.

“A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.”
- Aristotle

Our friends from the north have departed : (.

So much has happened in the last couple of weeks that I won’t even try to journal. In narrative summary, the first week we spent at grandma’s cabin by the lake, and the second week we spent with our friends. The children and I have many new memories to assimilate. There is something indescribably memorable about a combination of beautiful nature, the companionship and conversation of longtime friends, and a texture of simple but pleasant activities. The boys ranged through the woods and had epic battles with wooden swords. The girls planned vintage photo sessions and read a play together. Everyone danced and everyone played games together. There were many, many conversations, much music. I got to discuss homeschooling plans and visions with my friend Chari (hi, Chari! I am sure you will be reading this!). And Chari got a lot of scrapbooking done.

After they left things felt flat and my children have been a bit at loose ends today. We talked a lot about our memories. We all agreed we don’t see enough of our friends considering how well we get along. Distance, combined with today’s gas prices, makes get-togethers much more logistically difficult than we would like. It was sort of a fortuitous thing that this get-together happened at all, since Liam has been gone for the first part of the summer, their oldest Anne was taking college classes and was only by good fortune able to get ahead enough in her work to get the week off, and both families have quite a lot of comings and goings which could have easily interfered with this trip.

Tomorrow I suppose we’ll get back into the swing of things by cleaning the house for the first time in about 3 weeks. But right now we are in transition.

Lots more, but it will take time to come out into the narrative section of my mind!

In Praise of Praise

Someone on a list that I am on linked to Alfie Kohn’s “Five Reasons to Stop Saying, “Good Job.

It is an interesting read. There is a book I read called “When Slow is Fast Enough” that describes very convincingly the way that praise and positive talk is used to manipulate and control small children.

I know that when Aidan was going to Early Intervention I’d always have to detox myself from the “praise jargon” afterwards. It did become almost a verbal tic, as Kohn says, to the point where you almost feel like you are unilaterally disarming if you don’t “match” the therapists’ verbal showers with your own. I think the ultimate example (made into conscious comedy by a special education teacher we were working with) was:

“Aidan’s wonderful!”
“And you’re wonderful!” (talking to me)
Then, recognizing the humor in this,
“In fact, we’re ALLLL wonderful!”

Yep, precisely. This was it in a nutshell!

So I do think the self-esteem movement has exaggerated the importance of praise in confidence levels. Self-esteem is based on recognized self-competence more than anything else.

However, I just can’t see that praise, defined “as an expression of approval and commendation” is absolutely useless in this process.

One possible value of praising children is so that they get used to it. Many adults have a lot of trouble accepting praise — they take it too seriously or dismiss it, usually because they were not praised very much.

Another possible value is that praise is a social reward. Sure, rewards can be thought of manipulatively. But they are ubiquitous. and do make a difference to people. Kohn talks about the value of a job well done to the person himself, and certainly this is desirable. But we are social creatures, and a job well done is usually well done in relationship to someone or something outside of ourselves. If it’s not in relation to the crowd immediately around us, it is in relation to some wider community or even a past or future community. I am saying it that way because I can think of painters and artists, writers and scientists, who persisted in an achievement not recognized by their immediate community, but inevitably they had some community standard they were producing towards, even if it was an ideal future one. By the mere fact of trying to publicize their work they were expressing optimism that if not now and there, in some future then and there, their work would be recognized.

Approval is inevitably, and legitimately, a relationship-strengthener. Think of how much more you want to be around someone who genuinely seems to admire you in an affectionate realistic way, than someone who either is constantly carping, or frowning with disapproval, or conversely praising you in an unrealistic inflated way.

Certainly we can take away from this by indiscriminate, lavish praise (”good sitting! good paying attention!”). At the same time, achievement does not take place in a vacuum. When you are in a close relationship with children, especially parenting, you are unavoidably going to be expressing some sort of disapproval at some times, if only “blocks are for building, not throwing”. On the other hand, if the child is using the blocks to build a genuinely creative work, isn’t it a bit artificial to keep silent and neutral? I do see how you wouldn’t want to shout in joy every time a child puts one block on top of another, but I honestly don’t see how it’s possible to completely keep all approval and admiration out of the picture, either.

Alfie Kohn goes on to make this point, too. Verbal approval isn’t the problem, he says, in itself — it is the way it is often used:

This point, you’ll notice, is very different from a criticism that some people offer to the effect that we give kids too much approval, or give it too easily. They recommend that we become more miserly with our praise and demand that kids “earn” it. But the real problem isn’t that children expect to be praised for everything they do these days. It’s that we’re tempted to take shortcuts, to manipulate kids with rewards instead of explaining and helping them to develop needed skills and good values.

So what’s the alternative? That depends on the situation, but whatever we decide to say instead has to be offered in the context of genuine affection and love for who kids are rather than for what they’ve done. When unconditional support is present, “Good job!” isn’t necessary; when it’s absent, “Good job!” won’t help.

He is saying, I understand, that praise should never be used as a tool. Basically, humans are not Pavlovian dogs, and “Good Boy!” and “here’s a bit of kibble for you” are demeaning to children. If you feel you are praising to:

–Get the kid to perform the way you want
—Measure up to his preschool teacher or therapist ;-)
—Pretend to him that something is good even though you don’t really really think so
—-Feed his craving (or yours)

Then you are probably being excessive. On the other hand, stacking two blocks CAN be a wonderful accomplishment for an infant or a motor-impaired child like mine, so I don’t think it’s necessary or desirable to hold off on the approval until your child has completed his neurosurgery degree (when it would be too late, silly and sort of beside the point anyway).

In writing this out I realize that I tend to praise (or affirm) my children more vocally BEFORE they are actually achieving something measurable, than later when they are getting more outside-the-family affirmation. I don’t know if this is the right way or not, actually, since I never really noticed it before. I tend not to praise overmuch except (1) when the child shows me something and seems to be asking for approval or (2) when I want them to know I am attentive to them not just to catch them out in error, but to see them acting positively.

If I see a child is engaged in a product (as opposed to behavior) I tend not to give much feedback unless they seem to want it. Small children usually want approval for the “process” or a discussion of the “content”– “LOOK Mom I painted an OCTOPUS!” or “Look, Mom, it’s a battle and this guy has a sword ….” etc. In one case, “Cool, you painted an octopus!” seems like the right response; in the other, “What does this guy have?” or “Who are the enemies?” seems more appropriate to what they are saying (though I always find it very tricky and challenging when I often have no clue what the picture is actually depicting).

Older children seem very vulnerable to feedback, so I treat it like poison. It tends to throw them off the inner requirements of what they are trying to do, whether the feedback is negative or positive. Their understanding of work and its relationship to them is still very much in flux and can be easily weighted in a disproportionate direction.

But again, I usually try to respond to the spirit of what they are asking or soliciting. If they are asking for approval, I try to say what I can honestly praise. If they are asking for how to make something better, I offer tentative suggestions while acknowledging that different people might have different strategies (sometimes I suggest a book or resource that might help them work it out themselves). If they just want to share the content with me, then obviously, again, questions and comments about the details, not evaluation, is what I offer. If they have been working concentratedly for a long time, I might say something in recognition of the devotion they are putting into the effort. But I might not, if it seems to turn too much attention to THEM rather than the work itself. Sometimes I might make life easier in some way for someone who is putting in intense effort on a creative task — I might do one of their chores, or bring them a snack or something hopefully to show them without words that I am in sympathy with their work.

In the teenage years they usually seem to really want to know how the “real world” would measure their efforts. That’s when outside forums can become valuable and when I will actually be more likely to give them feedback from a more objective perspective. IF they ask for that, and usually not unless they do. But at the same time, I see that a mother’s praise or criticism will be in one way less valuable and in another way more significant than an outsider’s. So I hesitate to be too detailed or austere, and instead I usually try to keep supporting them and helping them with their ongoing efforts, somewhat the way you support a close friend or spouse in their productive endeavours.

Sometimes, but not that often I try to “extend” the direction they are going in. This is something I am cautious about. I have to discern whether they are confident and want to stretch a bit more, or need to just rest in that place and consolidate. But I might make a suggestion, sometimes, to help them go further in the direction they seem to want to go in. Again, as Kohn says, you have to be careful that you’re not manipulating their energy in order to meet a “schooly” goal, say; or implying an insufficiency on the part of the work already done; or implying that they “have to” follow your suggestions in order to be good children. But in the right circumstances, it can seem respectful to the child’s endeavours to open up some new vista. I almost hate to mention it, because it seems so easy to do it wrongly, but it’s something I only recently learned so I wanted to put it down.

Boy have I rambled! The last few paragraphs are what’s evolved around here and not really a “thought out” standard. It’s nice to write it out, though, because I see that (as usual!) I have thought about it, but not in a sequential, ordered way — as usual, my vsl approach is to ponder associatively and non-verbally about the “big picture” and then find the bulk of it is already worked out.

Thinking about this also has made me think a bit more deeply about WHY I require certain subjects and WHY I’ve hesitated to meddle overmuch in areas like a child’s writing, where personal voice and personal toolbox seem so important to me. Somehow I’ve managed to raise 3 children who as adults write very well, but 95% of what I’VE done has been a careful, sometimes painful holding-back from too-early handing-overof tools and evaluation and shaping of method. I didn’t realize till recently that this conscious, energetic passiveness has actually probably helped them to develop as writers.

I probably invest so much energy into the restraint part of forming good writers because I feel so strongly about writing as a personal gift and expression. I probably don’t feel so strongly about this in areas like math because I myself learned math more mechanically than I did writing. But I suppose if I had that intuition about writing only applied across the board to all learning I would be a 95% unschooler instead of what I am now — somewhere between 60% and 80% unschooler depending on season and other factors.

REALLY rambling now! : D

Liam has been asking if Clare and I would try to play parts on a Mozart piece he found (I don’t know the name but it’s a very recognizable one). It has three parts.

We actually have five guitars in the house — two acoustic, but three classical…. mine, and two that my father gave me last year since he doesn’t play anymore because of the motor loss in his left arm from neuralgia.

So we spent about an hour working through the first two pages. I had the melody line. We had such fun! Liam didn’t start playing the guitar until 2 years ago and Clare didn’t start till last year. They are close to me, now, who played for years and years but is very rusty indeed. They are still young, of course, but I always think of John Holt and his cello. I am seriously, very seriously, thinking of taking some violin lessons from Clare’s teacher. Never too late!

It has been cooler recently, though hot enough when we walked up and down hill to the Post Office (about 3 miles round trip, I think).

I have been spending a lot of time on the deck, where the pines and cedars rustle gently under what Brendan calls a “hard” blue sky — really, in central California the summer sky does often look as if you could chip it.

I scrubbed the picnic table and BBQ out on the deck and Aidan insisted on washing the big “car” that we got when Sean was a toddler. It is big enough for a preschooler to ride around in. So ever since then he has been daily filling a bucket with warm water and suds and spending quite a long time peacefully washing down the car. Yesterday Paddy got involved too; he washed his Radio Flyer scooter and then washed the table again “so we can eat outside from now on”.

Sean is done with football practice, now, until school starts next month. He did pretty well in the Ultimate 100 camp and there’s a small chance he might make one of the top 100 across the nation.

Liam was offered some contract work by the company he did the free internship for. That is really nice since it means they liked his work during the internship. He got an excellent reference letter from the company head.

Clare got a scholarship offer from one of the colleges she sent her SAT results to. So that is good news. We were talking yesterday about one of the peculiarities of our own homeschool environment — very few comparisons with others until they get to the “real world” stage. This is good, but difficult in that the kids usually tend to under-estimate themselves.

This is one reason why I started calculating Sean’s GPA last year and letting him know the results. Other kids on his team will ask each other what their GPA’s are and at first he didn’t even know what they were talking about (until middle school my kids usually don’t know or care what GRADE they are in). Recently he told how one of the kids in the weight lifting room asked a simple addition question (if I add 40 to 2 90’s what will the total be?) and he was relieved he solved it before anyone piped up with the answer.

Planets and Play

These “homeschool moments” are actually rather rare, so I thought I would memorialize one : ).

I was digging through old stuff and found a National Geographic planet diagram that I thought Aidan would like, because he has been in love with Saturn for the longest time. So I put it on the floor next to the flannelboard planets he had been playing with earlier.

As soon as he saw the diagram on the floor, he decided to “match” them to the felts, muttering to himself the names of the planets as he did so:

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He was the one that requested that I take a picture.

I left it out on the floor and the next day Paddy saw it and remarked “Those must be the gas giants, right?”

That was unexpected. But I have been reading him The Magic Schoolbus and the Solar System again and again at his request and he must have been assimilating more than just the cute dialogue.

“The true object of all human life is play.”

GK Chesterton

“don’t use force (bia) in training the children (paidas) in the subjects, but rather play (paidzontas). In that way you can better discern what each is naturally directed toward.”

Socrates. (Play and Education in Plato’s Republic)

I have been reading through old articles I printed out in the last year or so and found this one: Voices on the Green. It is a Waldorf article on the value of play. The author writes:

Children need substance upon which to put their culture to work in order to transform and remake the world in their own way. In our media-drenched society - a world of simulacra and superficiality where the characters of Neighbours are as real, or in some cases more real, than the people who live next door - our offerings to the child are not always beautiful, good or true and often fall short of being worthy of imitation. Children aren’t conscious learners like adults; the faculty of discrimination develops later and signals the child’s ability to hold back, whereas imitation has its roots in trust and total openness to the world. Knowledge of the young child is caught rather than taught (the acquisition of our native language being the prime example): just what the ‘catch’ of those early years will be depends on us.

I’ve written about the value of play here.

Science is not formal logic–it needs the free play of the mind in as great a degree as any other creative art. It is true that this is a gift which can hardly be taught, but its growth can be encouraged in those who already possess it.

Max Born. more science quotes here.

Homeschooling Carnival up at Red Sea Homeschool.

The heading quote is

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen

Funny — I should make that our motto this summer, though we haven’t been lazy precisely; just very quiet. No camps except for football camp; no real learning enrichment; in fact, very little traveling at all because just how many experiences are worth 30$ just for the gas?

In some ways the quietness has been nice. In another way, it’s uncomfortable. It makes me realize how much I am geared towards more quietness in the winter and more outside the home activity in the spring and summer. I feel like I’m being lax. Aidan’s neurologist asked at his clinic on Monday about our homeschooling: “What about educational activities? You know, like enrichment activities and lessons?” I looked at him blankly. “Um, he was signed up for T-ball a couple of years ago — he has therapy…” All the interaction with older siblings, the spectacular beauty surrounding the house (people go on vacation and travel here to our national forest), the texture of daily life — that is more difficult to explain and comprehend than a quick, “Oh, yes, he is at discovery camp this week and takes karate and an art tutor comes to work with our homeschool group and…. we are so busy we hardly have time to eat dinner, we have to pack sandwiches in the cooler!”

That is where I think that even deep summer, nowadays, doesn’t make laziness (defined as homeboundedness, here) seem respectable. All the homeschoolers in our area seem actually to be busier during the summer than during the schooling seasons of the year. I am letting down our side. … or being more like the moms I remember in my growing-up years. We didn’t have very many activities that I can remember during the summer. Actually when we did have Vacation Bible Study or some kind of art camp I sort of resented it, to be honest. That was MY time.

All this aside, though, the summer has taken on an interesting character of its own. We still haven’t gotten into the habit of going outside very much. I was planning to go on various nature expeditions this summer, including to the beach, but the fact that Sean and Kevin have our one car every afternoon because of football camp makes that a bit more difficult. Sure, we are in and out the house around our area but not quite the way I planned.

I have been continuing phonics with the little ones, and this brings back memories of teaching their two older siblings about a dozen years ago when I was pregnant with our fifth. I knew I would be busy once the 5th was born, so I decided to commit the summer to getting them reading. This time there is not much time pressure, which is nice. It gives me a chance to learn how to be somewhat consistent yet in a relaxed way, which is a new skill — usually I am one or the other, consistent OR relaxed.

Yesterday I just wrote words for Aidan, still trying to get him out of the habit of guessing based on the CV of the CVC. He likes writing and drawing so this held his attention a bit. It is funny when he draws, because he draws a shape and then decides what it looks like after the fact. “This is an OCTOPUS!” he announced yesterday. Another time he was delighted when his pen and hand produced a VACUUM cleaner! He has one of the strongest visual-associative imaginations I’ve seen even in this family of visual learners. He calls the small thin round pad that you put in his leg brace a “Pringle”.

It has been interesting to watch what Clare has done with her time since she graduated in June. She plugged away all year at giving a final shape to her senior year transcript. Now, when she’s not focused on requirements — well, for several days she played the violin all the time. Now she is spending more time at the classical guitar. She is taking long walks and working out a lot, too. She read Plato’s Republic and several other “steep” books including a couple of biographies all within 2-3 weeks. Then she decided to read a bunch of the books she somehow missed reading in childhood — Alice in Wonderland, Kidnapped, Secret Garden, Heidi, Water Babies, At the Back of the North Wind. So basically an immersion in Victorian childrens’ lit.

Paddy has suddenly become quite interesting to talk to. He has been staying up till almost midnight and our new thing is me narrating stories to him. He listens with huge interest and asks all sorts of questions. Another example of how sometimes I fall into traditions without even “deciding” to. I guess I read a lot about narration recently and thought that it would be hard for a 6 year old to start narrating when he had never seen it modelled, but I had made no resolution. The other day I was telling him about a video that Aidan had seen that he hadn’t — and it went from there. I can see that this could be valuable in several ways — he is learning to listen without visual helps, he will have an example and experience with narrating in the future, but more importantly, it is such a fun relationship time and plus, I am learning to get past my own hesitation about oral “storytelling” since this is so fun and relaxed, and now narrating doesn’t seem so artificial and school-y to me since I can see how it fits into real life communication.

So that is nice ;-).

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