Monthly Archives: September 2014
What TO say to homeschoolers
I was hanging with a friend who publicly schools her oldest but is wondering if public school is a good fit for her middle child (who would enter Kindy next year). In the process of talking, I spoke about the various things I’m tired of hearing people say in response to hearing that we homeschool. (see “I can’t homeschool because…”)
But it brought up a good point: what WOULD you say. As I noted in the above-referenced post, you would say the same things you’d say to someone when you find out what public or private school their kids go to–especially one you know nothing about. How would you respond to someone saying that they sent their kids to a well-noted private school? What would you say to someone when they are in a crappy school district? Your responses are different based on what you know about each–right? You think about what they might be facing. You put yourself in their shoes and wonder how they’re tackling the tuition or the gang activity or whatever would be your concern.
Or maybe you think in the other direction–about how fortunate they are to not have their fine arts program whittled away, or how lucky they are to have access to aftercare programs. The thing that most people don’t do is make it about them the way they do when they hear someone home schools. True, when someone hears about a family sending children to a notable private school–inevitably they cross paths with someone that blurts out “Oh I wish I could send my kids there but we’re not rich!” Most of those people follow up tat comment with something more meaningful. Not all people, of course, but most. Likewise, if someone’s in a crappy district, it’s not like you’re going to say “Oh, I could never live there!” I mean, there are definitely people out there who are that inconsiderate; but it’s not the majority.
None-the-less, that is the overwhelming response to homeschoolers: “I could never do that!” Although those making that statement think that we homeschoolers should take it as a compliment. We don’t. (again, see the above-referenced post for more info) So the recommendation is that you do the same thing with homeschoolers as you do for anyone else. Think about what THEY are doing and respond meaningfully. Think about how you’d respond to someone whose kids go to school in a place you know nothing about. What would you want to know or what would you say to make conversation?
Sometimes you don’t get forewarning about these conversations. You don’t think about what you’d say because you can’t possibly know all of the places in the world that a child could attend school. You’re immediately put on the spot when you hear them spew out the name of some educational facility you’ve never heard of. It’s the same with homeschooling, too, right? Or maybe you just say “Oh, I’m not familiar with that–what’s it like?”
Why not say THAT to a homeschooler?
Because really, unless you’ve done it–you’re NOT familiar with it. And if you HAVE done it, you’re unlikely to be familiar with the way THAT person is doing it–much the same as public schools, school districts and private schools vary. Let me give you a list of responses to help get your mind thinking in the right direction for build bridges rather than walls. Obviously, there are way, way, WAY more responses available than this. I’m just hoping that this set will get you on a track that leads to meaningful discussion.
- “I’m not really familiar with homeschooling…”
- “…what’s your favorite aspect of it?”
- “…what do your days look like?”
- “Are your kids involved in any enrichment activities where we might run into you?”
- “What are they most interested in?”
- “Does this area offer a lot of group activities specifically for homeschoolers?”
- “What do you do on days that get off to a rough start?”
- “What’s your favorite or least favorite part of it all?”
Another really important thing to know is that we often (but not always) know about the local schools, local resources, and cool stuff. Don’t assume that we do; but also–don’t assume that we don’t. Share what you know with us anyway! Likewise, we will share the stuff we’ve found with you! Many of us would even assume that you might find an activity or two worthy of keeping your kid home for a day. There is definitely stuff we DON’T know about–stuff that you may have learned just because your kid found out from some other kid we’re not friends with or through the school. I had no clue about xtramath.org or Kik Messenger (or it’s caveats) except from our public schooling friends.
Another thing that might surprise you is that a lot of us keep up on what’s happening in public education. Partly because a chunk of us are former teachers and care deeply about public education even if we’re not currently using (or working in) it. Some of us live in states where what happens to the schooled population affects them as homeschoolers (or there is concern about how it might affect them). I was at a block party in my new neighborhood and I think my new neighbors were slightly surprised to hear me speak about Core Curriculum like any public schooling parent. But many of us also know that our kids may be in the public education system at some point. Some are in delicate financial positions where a few unfortunate events could render us needing an income from the homeschooling parent–making them unavailable to homeschool the kids. Some have simply decided to give their kids a foundation at home at their own pace, giving more attention to their kids individual needs, and sending them back to school at a later age with better preparation for what awaits them. Parents do this for Kindergarten or first grade; but some wait until middle school or high school to re-enter. Aside from that, almost all of us know that public education is a service to our communities and to our future as a nation. We value it deeply and know it needs to address all of the children fairly–not just some of them.
There are DEFINITELY homeschool evangelists out there–the parents that would hear any complaint you have about your education choice and immediately try to push you into homeschooling. There are some who are not very diplomatic or considerate in how they articulate their reasoning for homeschooling in comparison to public schooling.
Please do not assume we are all like this.
I don’t assume that all public schooling parents feel like I took a teachers job or that ALL kids should be in school no matter what. Those parents exist. In large numbers (with lots to say about my child–who they know nothing about). But in fact, I don’t know many of these kinds of homeschoolers at all and I’m in an area where homeschooling is VERY common. Most of the homeschoolers I know are considerate people that realize this is a personal choice that differs by the family; and if you are willing to be open and honest with them, they are happy to be open and honest with you. I have public schooling friends that know they can vent to me and I will offer them suggestions for working within the school’s system rather than say “This is why we homeschool” or “Maybe you should homeschool”.
Likewise, I can usually gripe to them about something regarding my kids without them saying “Ugh… I don’t know why you don’t just put them in school already and let the professionals handle it.” Because neither of those responses is supportive; and rarely are either of those responses appropriate. If we could all feel like our choices would be respected, there would likely be a lot more communication going on. Possibly a lot more playdates.
Definitely a couple of cool Moms Night Outs.
The week in review
Things I did well this week:
- Planning an appropriate amount of work
- Planning work that BigGuy found interesting and engaging
- Planning around events we scheduled
- Reading our character building book
- Working (unexpectedly) a consignment sale fundraiser (for a friend whose kids were sick) and although EX. HAUST. ED. I really handled all my responsibilities well! WOOT!
- And on that note, bought some good shirts for BigGuy at above-referenced sale.
- Nearly kept up on our new (or rather, return-to-former) laundry routine where nobody has hampers–all laundry is collected every morning and a load is done every day. BAM!
- Not losing my sh!t on anyone. This is actually an accomplishment because my PTSD therapy in the last week was rough.
Things I did not do well this week:
- Having backup plans when primary plans fell through–which left us kind of in a not-great situation sometimes.
- Finding engaging things to do with Girly because truly, I didn’t realize how this whole new “wake up and work with Papa” thing would pan out
- Reading to either of my kids
- Doing the socratic discussions with BigGuy. To be fair, this was partly my not wanting Friday to be C O N S T A N T discussion/analysis and partly because we had an emergency plan-change for Saturday that left me missing Girly’s soccer game (and a night out for someone’s 40th birthday that I was really looking forward to) and canceling attendance at a kids birthday party.
- Apparently I may not have enforced the deodorant rules well enough to BigGuy because his Friday discussion group leader sent out an e-mail to all of us parents requesting some body odor enforcement. I’m not sure if it was BigGuy (since I didn’t notice offensive odor… this week) or someone else. But note to self: bear down on this one.
- Definitely did not enforce the bathroom chore routine well enough with BigGuy. But also didn’t enforce any chore routines with Girly, either.
- Keeping my grumpy on the down-low at times. Like when there was a detour for a field trip and I had zero contact numbers to find out where to go. I’d been told “the big main entrance–parking lot is right there, you can’t miss it” only to find out 1) there were no less than 6 parking lots; and 2) we weren’t going to the big, main entrance. And my car was out of gas. In an area I didn’t know well. And I was really, really grumpy about it to other people including adults.
Other things that happened this week:
- Girly has become a brick wall goalie. I seriously cannot even…
- BigGuy decided that he would start going to bed without a parent laying down with him “so that he could start doing sleepovers”. This is simultaneously an awesome day and the worst day of my life. I knew it was coming just like when you KNOW someone is going to die of a terminal illness and yet, it blindsides you anyway. So far, we have discovered that we need a “goodnight” routine as I wound up without a kiss goodnight.

- Girly decided to start doing HER OWN hair. Have you seen this kid’s hair, folks? This is a picture of what it looks like for her to “do her own hair”. She pretty much flattens the top with water and I’m not really sure what hair “utensil”. She does it often and is VERY proud of herself… so I compliment her every time and remind myself that we will absolutely HAVE to REALLY do her hair the next morning rather than slack.
- We went on a crazy awesome field trip to a municipal airport and aviation school that included the control tower.
- We wound up with 4 shares of Community-Sponsored Agriculture (CSA) farm shares to manage. Two that we normally get from our farm plus two more that people did not pick up from our house (which serves as a host site for a local CSA farm). This would normally be an awesome thing.
- BigGuy and Girly are clearly fighting off illness. Between Illinois being one of the 6 states with confirmed cases of Enterovirus and close friends kids coming down with Coxsackie… I’m concerned. Last night, BigGuy let out a few coughs in the middle of the night (for more on why this is a big deal, see BigGuy’s background)
Overall, I think it was a decent week. I would love to be downtown drinking with a bunch of happy women celebrating a 40th birthday right now, but I will take a hot bath and soft bed after this day of being on my feet ALL. DAY. and up since early (for a work-related meeting before covering at the sale).
Upshot is that BigGuy is happier and feels like the dynamics of the household have changed for the better with this recent change in who is getting up when and doing what.
I can’t lie that there is a very, very tiny part of me that is sad that Papa gets to connect with the boy instead of me. I mean, I know he loves me and all. I just wish I had the resources right now to connect with him more meaningfully. Or that I was at least gaining something else in the absence of that connection. Like maybe connecting with Girly. They grow up so fast. I just need to focus on the gratitude for having a husband that gives them that rather than my kids lacking it completely.
Dads homeschool, too
It usually falls on the mom’s shoulders to homeschool. But around here, Papa has been taking a hand in the homeschooling. As I type this, he’s reading instructions for writing assignments from Tapestry of Grace (Year 1, week 2, level 5 if you’re following)
“This week, organize your thoughts for pre-writing two specific writing genres by completing two graphic organizers. What does that MEAN? I mean, I know what all of the words in the sentence mean on their own; but when they put them together in this order, it doesn’t make sense to me.” He then bangs his first two fingers on each hand together and says “hashtag homeschooldad”
Truly, even in my house–the edumacating has always been Mama’s responsibility. At some point I told Husbeau that he needed to step up and start doing bedtime stories (and that I could tell him which ones he should use to coincide with stuff we were learning or things I wanted the kids to experience) but that totally never happened.
Homeschool moms face a lot of the same situations and emotions as stay-at-home-moms (SAHMs) of all kinds. Dad is off all day working (sometimes at a job he doesn’t love, and in a subset of those cases–with resentment for the mama that’s staying home and not having to deal with it). Culturally, we have undervalued parenting as “work”–so SAHMs are loathe to load any MORE work onto the husband. In the case of homeschool moms that are doing any level of prescribed academics, we at least feel like we’re doing WORK; but some of those moms are dealing with husbands who are barely supporting the decision to homeschool. So those moms dare not say “I worked all day, too!” lest their husband reply with “Well then put them in school and go do a job that brings in money!”.
None of this is my situation. However, I see it often enough. Not even just with homeschooling, but with all kinds of life and parenting choices where a husband and wife aren’t on the same page. It’s hard.
But I digress… (because “me”)
Papa is still on this tangent of getting up early with BigGuy and we’re just hitting a point where BigGuy has actual work to do that Papa needs to be engaged in. It’s getting interesting, folks. BigGuy has started really looking forward to their time together in the mornings, too. That’s no small feat since this morning it was FUH-REE-ZING and the day before it was raining. And today, Mama mistakenly told BigGuy he could have his electronics and Papa nailed him on not doing graphic organizers… and then they sat together and worked through it. Wow… my husband seriously rocks.
For the rest of you, here are some things you can potentially offload to Papa:
- Read alouds masked as bedtime stories (or after dinner stories instead of TV shows)
- Science experiments (maybe on the weekends–try this cute kit of 20 experiments with supplies!).
- Building stuff (also maybe on the weekends or in steps on different nights)
- Physical education/activities
- Watching documentaries together
- Socratic discussion (picking apart something they’ve learned or read)
Or really, just have your kids help dad with whatever and have dad make it a learning experience for them.
Yes, yes… everyone needs a break and a rest. But guess what? We’re a family. Doing stuff together counts.
Girly has found her “thing”

And it’s totally soccer. Soccer, people. Which is fitting for my fiery Latina. Of course, we had good friends who are Mexican that relocated and aside from the other things we miss about them–the husband was our “futbol” mentor for her. I had a detailed message exchange with him tonight about what to do with her to ensure her continued success. Because, ya know, Mama was athletic but so NOT a soccer player and Papa… well… Papa is a self-proclaimed “sports moron”.
Last year was Girly’s first year in soccer, and true to her nature–she was timid and didn’t really “get in there”. The picture to the left says it all. It fully embodies her personality at the time. She’s shy and unsure of herself most of the time. She played for the AYSO team in our neighborhood and knew two of the kids on the team pretty well. One she really liked and the other she took issue with him kicking her ball a lot during practice drills. She didn’t seem to run as fast as we’d seen her run in other situations. She definitely didn’t seem to be persistent with what she needed to be doing. She enjoyed playing with her friends and goofing off a lot and even then, she seemed to sometimes hang back from the little group of girls on the team… as if she wasn’t sure if she was really accepted there.
This is a really common theme with her: not knowing where she belongs. It’s been so hard. We made an amazing breakthrough with her last month in connecting with her as a family. She finally… FINALLY… let the wall down and accepted comfort from me in her pain. OMG, she’s never done that. It was so, so huge. I wanted to cry. She’s nearly 6 and we’ve had her from birth. No question–our life exacerbated what was already there; but it’s so huge to know we’re getting there with patience and love.
When we knew we were moving out of the neighborhood, we were led to believe she could no longer be on the neighborhood team anymore. We signed her up for soccer in our new town and consoled ourselves with the potential for meeting people in our new neighborhood. We took a spot for a team in a park not far because there was a wait-list for the team that practiced at the school up the street. But then we found out she COULD play on her old team because we didn’t move far. I canceled her spot on the new team (which met on the same night as the old team) and put her back in AYSO. I also wait-listed her on the soccer team that met at the school up the street in our new town. We had come to really appreciate the potential to meet people and kids in our new town and really, she wasn’t doing ballet or gymnastics. Why not? She was excited about soccer, if only for the snacks.

Well, we are now about 2 weeks into the season and she’s a different kid. No kidding. Playing on the new team has really changed her. She’s gotten progressively more aggressive with her soccer skills. She’s running fast, getting in and really getting at the ball. The progress has been amazing, and she’s really doing well. Papa took video of her goalie drills and it was really unbelievable. She wasn’t afraid of the ball. All of this has now transferred over to her performance on the AYSO team. She came home tonight so proud to tell me her achievements! She’s always been so shy and so self-deprecating. It was so awesome to see her able to acknowledge her achievements! SUCH HUGE STEPS!!!
Just before she went upstairs to change, she told me all the things “she was” now: a story writer (author), a dancer, a singer, a runner, a soccer player and I think a few other things. She was so proud of all the things “she was” now. Her smile was just beaming. And so was mine.
I could never have dreamed this day would come so soon with her. But wow… #thankful.
A new routine
So this morning, Papa got up with the boy. EARLY. Like 6:30am (which is when BigGuy usually gets up). Apparently they walked the dog and then Papa sat in the classroom (an office on our first floor behind the garage) and did e-mails while BigGuy did his schoolwork. And apparently, this went swimmingly.
Some things to note:
- BigGuy had very little schoolwork assigned to him today because we needed to leave the house at 10am and we were going to have company in the afternoon.
- The weather was good.
I wonder how this would work on a regular basis and with a regular day’s workload. I guess time will tell. But “da boyz” liked it.
Enterovirus EV-D68
We are a pretty holistic family. We’re not anti-medicine, we just see it as a last resort and find that our mainstream medical community works best in the realm of emergency medicine. We try to stay out of that.
BigGuy has a broad range of challenges, including an immune deficiency that makes him prone to respiratory illness. Mama’s boy. Because Mama can catch pneumonia like it’s her job (although in the last decade, only when EXTREMELY stressed–so maybe twice). BigGuy started life with a collapsed lung (born a bit premature at 35 weeks, but the neonatalogist estimated his development was more like 32-33 weeks). We passed on the RSV vaccine and he managed to avoid getting it. He spent his childhood with recurrent croupe and was diagnosed with Reactive Airway Disease (RAD) that the pulminologist assured us would turn into asthma (even if we treated the RAD–which we wound up not doing).
To be honest, we have kept BigGuy healthier than anyone thought we could’ve without drugs. When he was 8mo old, they warned us to expect at least 4 hospitalizations each year. At 10 years old, he has had one. When he was almost 5, his doctor questioned that he had the immune deficiency she diagnosed him with (and that ordeal is worth an entire entry of it’s own, but let’s just nutshell it and note that we changed peds).
His last pediatrician in NJ attributes this to 1) how we eat; 2) his ability to sleep as needed because of a lack of school schedule; and 3) our ability to limit his exposure to MORE germs when he’s already fighting stuff off. Big, big stuff. Our kids drink water. Period. Outside of times of significant stress, our food comes from local farms and most of it without a label. Eating out not only destroys our health, but it also destroys our finances–so when we enter those phases, they don’t last long.
About a week and a half ago, Girly ran a nasty fever. We felt certain it was related to getting her 6yo molars–which we could see popping through in her mouth. All. four. of them. It explained a lot of weird things we had seen in the prior months–including what we thought was a migraine in her. But she had one really bad night of fever and being awake, and then she was fine. Not even congested. We thought nothing of it. Our hosts for the weekend asked that we delay our morning departure to get a strep test just in case. We did, and she was cleared. Off we went.
But while we were there, our son had a brief but weird cough. I thought I heard a wheeze in it. Despite his issues, he had never wheezed. A while later when he yawned, I thought I heard another wheeze. That was the end of it. We’ve now been home almost a full week. BigGuy and Papa were at a choir retreat ALL day Saturday–leaving the house at 7am and returning at 6pm… and then promptly joining us at a block party until easily 11pm. Sunday night, around 7:30pm, BigGuy sneezed more times than I’ve ever heard him sneeze in his life. Sneezing is our canary in the coal mine (for both he and I). It’s the warning shot. We all got to bed and Monday morning I woke to my Facebook feed including articles about ten states having contacted the CDC for assistance in investigating clusters of enterovirus–including Illinois.
I have to be honest: the last two years have been hell on my family as my untreated PTSD got to a point where I had to attend a 3-week intensive outpatient program last fall. Every preventative care protocol we had in place has been shot to hell. Our eating has been worse than ever (which is still better than many, but not good enough to manage an immune deficiency and two people with severe blood sugar issues on diet alone). And the stress has been through the roof–which severely compromises your immune system. To say that I’m nervous is an understatement.
We also usually step up our preventative care protocols about a week before school starts since that brings it’s own crazy germ-fest; and is quickly followed by FluMist season (which is a live virus vaccine that can easily be spread… but please don’t let me get on the tirade about the doctors almost never warning people to stay away from the immune compromised 😡 )
Needless to say, I need us to take it easy this week in terms of stress and exertion. But I also need us to step things up in prevention. For us that means:
- Daily probiotics (google for research on probiotics and colds in children)
- Daily dose of elderberry syrup (google for research about effects on flu and respiratory illness)
- Daily dose of fish oil (more for overall neurological health and blood sugar regulation–because keeping the body in balance helps immensely)
- Nightly slathering of Young Living Thieves or Purification on the soles of feet and in the diffuser during the day
- Allowing the kids to eat up to 6 Zand’s Blue-Berries lozenges/day for their zinc content
I will also stock up for my reactive protocols:
- Boiron Oscillococcinum
is thankfully on sale through Frontier Wholesale Co-op so we will be buying two boxes of 30 in case we ALL get sick
- Checking my stock of Young Living RC and Raven oils. The RC has been a God-send for Girly’s post-nasal drip and put an end to middle-of-the-night vomit sheets and blankets. The Raven is a heavier hitting respiratory warrior (pneumonia, asthma, tuberculosis).
- Plenty of bay leaves, thyme and lemon juice for decongestant tea.
- Epsom salt, baking soda and lavendar for foot baths and body baths.
It’s concerning that there was a wheeze where there never has been before. On the flip, we’ve eaten pretty horribly and these things are strongly affected by diet.
Via con Dios, I guess…
IQ vs. Self-discipline
Needless to say, a morning of scheduled schoolwork is bound to NOT go well in this house. Mama gets all panicky and goes into teacher/project manager mode rather than Mama mode. It’s like a flip of a switch. And then when BigGuy does anything other than sit at a desk and belt out work as if he were in a classroom, I lose it.
Suddenly, he is 20 years older and a bum or a prisoner or living with me for the rest of his life and I’m hearing everyone tell me all the things he could’ve been “if he’d have been in school”… as if this trajectory could be backed by evidence. And of course, if he enters now and fails miserably it will be because he needed to be in school earlier. Of course. Because ya know–it’s not like we had a reason to pull him out, people… right? People don’t see that. And those that do would say “But you could’ve put him back in before now.” No matter what parenting decision you make, it’s just going to be wrong.
Whatever. His complete lack of discipline or perseverance towards a goal (keep in mind that this was all his idea) make me LOSE. MY. SH!T. I know what makes a successful person and it’s the ability to face a difficulty and take it on. Even if you don’t overcome it, just having the ability to attempt getting through it is so huge. And he completely lacks that. And it’s so polar opposite to the person I am at my core that I cannot even understand how he will function in life. Ever.
BigGuy’s IQ puts him in the 99.9% percentile of human intelligence. This is beyond Mensa. There are organizations that I didn’t even know existed for this kind of intelligence. Sometimes, it’s hard to NOT see that he’s a bright kid. But he also has Asperger’s and sometimes the connections between work and reward/success or other relational connections are completely absent. I can’t bank on the neurotypical developmental trajectory that would say “He’ll get it someday… maybe at 22, but it will come” because for BigGuy, it truly may never come. When he was younger, the therapists were so lost because there was no consistent “currency” to work with him–no consistent motivator. There is no carrot you can dangle in front of him to bribe him; and nothing he loves enough to motivate him on his own. Truly. Now, at 10, there are definitely some motivators, but nothing that pushes him hard. Even his strongest interests do not push him to do simple things if he just doesn’t feel like doing them. So losing his Minecraft time is not enough to make him brush his teeth. I don’t think you can grasp the gravity of that statement. It will result in a one-hour meltdown with begging about his being willing to “do ANYthing” to get his Minecraft time, but the offer to let him brush his teeth to get his time back results in him running up the stairs and playing with a Lego or his stuffed Tepig or reading whatever text-based material is within view. And the reminder that this is what he needed to do to get his Minecraft time results in “OH YEAH!”, but no movement.
You cannot wrap your head around this. I know you can’t. And it’s not just frustrating–it’s scary.
I was so thankful to see Time put out an article that (at least a tiny bit) addresses this oxymoron. Even without Asperger’s at play. In their article “How To Make Your Kids Smarter: 10 Steps Backed By Science” they note that IQ is kind of worthless without self-discipline.
“Self-discipline predicted academic performance more robustly than did IQ. Self-discipline also predicted which students would improve their grades over the course of the school year, whereas IQ did not.… Self-discipline has a bigger effect on academic performance than does intellectual talent.”
How do you teach a kid to have self-discipline? Seriously? How do you instill perseverance? We are not indulgent parents and there is a good structure to how our house operates. We’re not helicopter parents nor permissive parents. We facilitate our kids making their own choices (and having to stand by them as long as the consequence was foreseeable and not excessively/downright cruel or harmful). Some kids are just not going to get it. Especially those with impaired relational skills (and “relational” doesn’t just mean “between people” it means “connecting less concrete things”).
I’ve watched other kids with these issues in the schools and I’m not going there. People like to tell me that I don’t know that MY kid will wind up like that, but ya know what? I’m not rolling the dice either. I’m watching a rather brilliant young man who is VERY similar to BigGuy pretty much fail out of high school for the exact same problems and a mother who has given up trying to find his currency. I’m thankful to be able to see how his life is unfolding and seeing how removing the things he lives for or holding them hostage are doing absolutely nothing to move him. Just like BigGuy. I feel like I can learn from this and feel confident that this is just not going to be the route.
But I don’t know what the route is yet for my guy. And part of me is heartbroken because I often wonder if the last 4-1/2 years of moving and my less-than-engaging/encouraging/supportive behavior have squashed any potential inspiration and motivation or willingness to chase after his interests with more fervor. I can’t think about it. That’s over. We were in survival mode. It happened and I can’t change it.
I just need to get back on my horse and leave it alone. I need to focus on Girly. I need to do more with her. If he doesn’t want to work, nobody’s going to make him. Not here and not at school. That Cell Biology lab motivated him and I just cannot find a place like that for him to be full-time. I ache for that for him. Explaining to him that doing this work would get him to such a place is too far out for him to grasp.
Maybe his sister surpassing his achievements will be the motivator. Because that kid’s going to knock it out of the park.
And really, if I go back and look at MY goals for my kids, I could give a rat’s ass about any of this crap. But trying to meet his needs as he has explained them has been rough and it means doing this kind of crap. Maybe I just need to change my attitude about it. I don’t know. I’m having “a day”. And I love him so much. I just want to meet his needs. And hers.
As I sit, planning the week…
It’s Sunday night. Girly is out cold and Papa is giving BigGuy some reiki (more power to him because I’m so completely unable to wrap my head around that stuff).
Every Sunday night we have a family meeting. The agenda is like this:
- What happened last week
- What is happening this week
- Old business
- New business
- Money stuff
- Something wonderful my family did for me
- Something wonderful I did for my family
- Comments/questions about anything anyone needs to talk about
As we went through item #2, Papa noted that he goes back to work this week and BigGuy jumped on the end of that with “and we start to do REAL schoolwork this week”. I looked at my husband–whose eyebrows denoted his equal surprise. He asked my son “Haven’t you already done ‘real’ schoolwork?” and I then took over so as to make my life a lot easier and said “Well, we’ve been figuring things out this August and then you had vacation; but we’re ready to get down to business now.” (I GUESS!! *whew* Nice save, Mama!)
But of course, now the pressure is on. On ME! GEESH! This kid is no joke! He wants to do some serious learning and I need to move my ass and get to it. I just seriously cannot figure out how to accommodate Girly! Ugh… I need to get it together. I think I’m going to photocopy some of the pages from the Ancient Egypt coloring book for her tomorrow and tonight I need to sit down and lay out a daily time schedule so that I can work with BigGuy as needed and then work with Girly when I don’t have to work with BigGuy. But I also really need to sit down and plan out HER activities, too.
Wasn’t I just spending the month of August trying to figure this out? Wtf?
“I’m all about the bass, ’bout the bass…”
So, when we moved from NJ to IL, one of the things that overwhelmed us was that the majority of people we met were Christian. For a long time, our family identified as Christians and as a result, we felt weird but in kind of a good way: we were no longer the minority. There were TWO Christian radio stations here and I quickly programmed them into the radio. They were usually on in the car. I didn’t have to worry about songs with themes of hooking up, getting drunk or dollah dollah billz, yo. To be fair, even my beloved ’70s songs often left us in a pickle. I have a really hard time with my fiery Latina’s favorite song being “Brown Sugar” by The Rolling Stones. Ugh…
When we got here, BigGuy was 6-1/2 and Girly was 18mo old.
Our time and experiences here have forced us to better define our beliefs and we realized, we really WEREN’T Christians. We are Bible-based people that use Jesus as the role model for sure. We believe that the crucifixion and resurrection took place, but after all of that–we differ from Christians. The major line in the sand making us non-Chrisitians is that we do not tie our salvation to Jesus. There are other places we differ. We don’t see God as a human image. We don’t dwell on heaven and hell. We believe that all people are inherently good. We’re not really big on holidays because every day is a gift. There are some other differences, but those are the big ones. That makes us (for all intents and purposes) Quakers. Our labeling has changed to better reflect the beliefs we have always had.
But at some point, BigGuy started realizing that much of what we heard on K-Love was not aligned to our belief set. *sigh* Maturity.
I’m not sure how it happened, but BigGuy took to seeking alternate radio selections unbeknownst to me. The radio was often on in the basement while they played. I simply had no clue that the station had changed somewhere along the lines. Until we were out somewhere and my kids were happily singing along to some mainstream pop song–much to my surprise. Suddenly, BigGuy was asking for a specific station in the car… and I was thrown into the world of music-with-horrible-values. Not ALL of it, but a LOT of it.
A few days ago, while in Minnesota, our dear friend was lamenting about the music her kids heard on the bus and my husband chimed right in (he apparently hears more of this with the kids than I do… no clue how or why). He saw her “I’m so fancy” and raised it an “I’m all about the bass, ’bout the bass”.
I don’t homeschool my kids to shelter them. Seriously–I don’t. But I do think there’s a maturity level needed to understand some of the concepts sung about in ALL songs. Some just create a subconscious comfort level with concepts I’m not going to be happy about. This goes both for Christian music and secular music.
Needless to say, I’m now creating a playlist of songs that I think are okay for where my kids current maturity level is at. That’s not necessarily “clean” music. It is music that might include some questionable stuff, but stuff I feel like we can have meaningful conversation about. At minimum, understanding-of-the-concepts conversation. And after seeing this video today of Meghan Trainor with Jimmy Fallon and The Roots doing “All About the Bass” with classroom instruments–I sought out the lyrics. Outside of men needing more booty to cling to at night (a concept I feel I can explain to both kids), I was really loving this song’s sentiment that women can have curves and not be “fat”. Plus, I always love a white girl that can carry a song with some soul and rhythm.
So here ya go… enjoy: