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Homeschooling and a Highlight





 Elizabeth Ann fell back on the bench with her mouth open. What crazy things the teacher said! She felt as though she was being pulled limb from limb.
 "What's the matter?"asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered face.
"Why - why, " said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third-grade spelling, what grade am I?"
The teacher laughed. "You aren't any grade at all, no matter where you are in school. You're just yourself, aren't you? What difference does it make what grade you're in? And what's the use of your reading little baby things too easy for you just because you don't know your multiplication table?"
"Well for goodness' sakes!" ejaculated Elizabeth Ann, feeling very much as though somebody had stood her suddenly on her head.
"What's the matter?" asked the teacher again.
This time Elizabeth Ann didn't answer because she herself didn't know what the matter was. But I do, and I'll  tell you. The matter was that never before had she known what she was doing in school. She had always thought she was there to pass from one grade to another, and she was ever so startled  to get a glimpse of the fact that she was there to learn how to read and write and cipher and generally use her mind, so she could take care of herself when she came to be grown up. Of course, she didn't know that 'til she did come to be grown up, but in that moment, she had her first dim notion of it, and it made her feel the way you do when you're learning to skate and somebody pulls away the chair you've been leaning on and says, "Now, go it alone!
This wonderful excerpt is taken from Understood Betsy, by Dorothy Canfield Fisher, and is part of Core B of the Sonlight Curriculum we follow. We've really been enjoying this read-aloud: it's about the gradual blossoming of a very sheltered nine year old girl in the 1900's, as she is exposed to learning in every day life once away from her over-protective and very traditional aunt. This excerpt actually made me go cold, as it just spoke so deeply to me about the way that we label our children, whether or not they are in mainstream schools or schooled at home. 

Our children are so much more than the grade they are in. Their learning should be about so much more than just getting from one year to the next. And on that note, it's been such a beautiful golden week here, beginning to see the fruit of out homeschooling coming out in our eldest child.


King Arthur regaled his siblings with tales about surface tension this week; went willingly on a nature ride all around our estate to find pond skaters; told me that when he grows up he want to be a conservationist. I'm sure Charlotte Mason is the one who mentioned that children should be allowed to make relations with the things they learn, and I can so see this happening in King Arthur. His passion for the world, and looking after it blows me away (yep, he often challenges me on what's to go in the recycling!), and I love watching him unfurl. It's almost too beautiful for words...

this is why I love homeschooling....

I get to be a part of it all.



 
 
 

Happy Mother's Day (2012)...





To My dear children

This mother's Day I wanted to write you a letter. I wanted to write to your hearts in a way that you will remember some things that are very important to me. And even perhaps if you don't understand all that I write now, I want you to be able to return and read this one day....because catching a glimpse into a mother's heart is enlightening. It's like switching on a light in a dark room - it helps you to understand her, to know what she felt, what she thought , how she lived her days, and perhaps why she acted in certain ways. I think that would have helped me when I was growing up, to understand and know my mom a bit more, and I want you to know me, because when you come to knowsomeone, you come to understand them.

King Arthur, Aragorn, Belle.

I am a mother because of you.

You three beautiful children changed me from a married woman, to a mother. You three transformed me, like when a caterpillar changes into a butterfly, or when the sun comes up and changes the dark night sky into paler, lighter shades and it becomes the blue daytime sky. Do you remember how much I cried when Stripe (our pet rabbit) had babies? And then again when one died? And again when we couldn't save the last one and it died too? And I said it was because of the miracle of life, and God? Well, let me tell you, I cried so much the day each of you were born, because each of you are a miracle. And each of you transformed my life. My life has never been the same again - and never will be!

Sweet children of mine. There is much I want to say, much I want to try and explain.

You know how you guys go to swimming lessons and gymnastics coaching and ballet with Miss Kate sometimes?  And they show you and teach you what to do, and then you try, and the coaches help you to get it right? Or when you build your Lego and you follow the instructions, and by following the instructions you can create beautiful things? Well, there aren't any classes or instructions at all for becoming a mom or a dad! Nope! We moms and dads have never been a mom or a dad before, and we have to figure out this parenting things as we go along, right alongside you growing up! I'm very thankful that I know God, because his Spirit often shows me what to do. Without him, I don't think I would be able to do this very well. Most of all, I have to rely on his Spirit, and trust him to lead me to be a good mother.

Sometimes, I get being a mom very, very right, and those times are the beautiful golden days - you know the ones? The ones where I smile and cry because I am so happy? And then there are the days where I just make so many mistakes I begin to feel all black inside, those days when I put myself in "time out" because I am so grumpy, or when I use a tone none of us really like? You know those days too, the ones where I sometimes cry with an unhappy face? And sometimes you cry too?

Well sweethearts. This much is true. In those happy days and in those sad days one thing stays the same. I LOVE YOU. That foundation is rock solid and secure. Sometimes I wish I could take my heart out and give it to you, and that you could see all the golden stuff inside. The things I want for you, the  dreams I have for you, the hopes I have and the desires of my heart. I am always FOR you. Always. I only want the best for you. I want you to be you, and am so glad you are all who you are. I love watching you grow up, and watching God working inside of you. You bring me such delight.

But the thing I want you to remember beyond all else, is that in spite of my imperfections and shortcomings, I know this one thing for sure.
You are my loved ones.
You are my miracles.
You are my heartstrings that all of life plays out on. 

Sweet children of mine, please forgive me. Forgive me for all the times I have been less of the mother you've wanted me to be.  

I'm coming to realize that I may never be a 'perfect mother'. Remember what Dad and I say to you guys? It's not doing something perfectly that counts, it's about trying your best? Well, I'm trying my best dear children. I'm slowly learning to mother in the arms of our GREAT God, and follow his grace and his leading to be all of the mother He wants me to be to you. And you know what I think is beautiful? Is that as you grow up, I grow up into being a better and better mother! Isn't it funny how that works? Imagine, maybe one day I'm going to be a great mother/ granny to your children!

So, when we're having those golden days, remind yourself that the baseline never wavers, I ALWAYS love you. And when we're having those yucky days, where nothing seems to flow easily, remember, I ALWAYS love you. Come rain or shine, come yelling or cuddling, I will always love you.

Happy Mother's day to you, my miracles!

Outside vs Inside

Tonight, I wrote this in my head whilst sitting on Noordhoek beach at sunset.




It was beautiful.

A beautiful tranquil ending to a stunning summer's day.

But that was the outside.

On the inside, I was churning. I was ugly.

Dark and twisted.

Those are the words I've used this week to describe my inner world.

I am having one of THOSE weeks. You know? The ones you think no one else could ever have?

Well, friend, I've got news for you. I know this blog has lovely photos on it. And I share our golden days and special memories, and all the things that give my brain food for thought, and the insights I gleam from God, and my musings on homeschooling. Too often, all of that 'window dressing' can make you think (well, maybe?) that I'm a saint (and if you don't that's great...chuckle)...

But you know what? I'm going to take you into my life and share a piece of the *real world*.

Why?

Because somehow I think as mothers (no, I think it's more as women) we get caught by lies, which can entangle us, ensnaring us ... leaving us all choked up. And we can forget that we are not alone. One of my fond memories a few years ago is meeting with a mom whom I love and respect (in the memory, I have tears streaming down my face and am sobbing), and her describing to me an afternoon where in frustration and anger she threw her kids shoes down the passage after them! My tears turned to laughter (after a wee while), because up until that point I didn't think she could possibly have moments like that in her home. Turns out she did.

Know what?

It's only when we are vulnerable with one another that we get to see that we are not alone. 

And so I'm choosing to be vulnerable. Because I want you to know you are not alone.

My dark and twisted moments stem from parenting in a way that I never wanted to - somehow this week I am at loggerheads with all three of my precious children. My constant prayer is that God would not only save my children from me, but save me from myself, and let's face it, that's really not a very nice prayer to be sending up now is it? It always comes back to my tone...this is one Goliath I would really like to slay. And while we're at it, if I had more grace for them I think that would help too.

And it gets worse. O yes. Because this dark and twisted mood is a swirling vortex, pulling anything into it...including poor Braveheart. It is a grand challenge for me to remember that at the end of a day when I am filled with self loathing, that he is not the enemy, and that we are actually on the same team.

So. Somehow I'm hoping that God will work some kind of miracle overnight, or wave a wand like a fairy godmother and tomorrow morning I'll be the sweetest mother (and wife) ever...but I think the reality is that tomorrow is another day I will be falling into his grace and relying on him. Perhaps I'll copy the monks and take a vow of silence...

Here's hoping you know that you're not alone...with love....

Science, Seeds And Soul Gardening...

King Arthur and I have just spent the last week learning about seeds in our Sonlight Core A (K) program. Although all three kids have been drawn into learning, I honestly think I am the one who has learnt the most!

I've loved watching their awe and wonder as they split open swollen beans to find the root and shoot - have you seen the tiny leaves inside, just waiting to unfurl, pregnant with such promise? God's Majesty and his incredible intricate design just blew me away as a lifted up those tiny leaves to show the kids - and although they were interested, they weren't quite as blown away as me!

We read some books on seeds, planted some beans in a jar, planted vegetables in our new veggie garden (woohoo!), went for walk in our neighborhood and collected as many leaves and seeds as we could (and now have to identify them) and then did some art and craft. As a child I had an aunt who could make the most amazing collages using what she had in the kitchen - pasta, seeds, beans etc. So I had this in mind when attempting this - but limited ourselves to only use what actually was a seed. The kids loved this - they even asked to do more!








Both boys chose somewhat intricate designs!




I can't even begin to tell you how much I have learned this week.

Seeds...they hold such promise.

They have such potential.

God has gently shown me how often the crows of fear and weeds of doubt have robbed me of the seeds of promise, the seeds of hope he has tried to plant there, resulting in barren soil. I have to find a way to hold on to those seeds for longer, to allow them to germinate...

And I've seen God use this topic in the curriculum to speak volumes to Aragorn. For a while now, he has been asking questions about whether aliens are real, or if they live on other planets, which isn't strange in and of itself. But he also started showing a great reluctance to go to the bathroom, and we then pieced together he was afraid of aliens hiding there. Poor thing.

In doing some research before teaching about this topic, I stumbled across this site. What a beautiful idea - learning God's word for kids gives them seeds of courage, of faith, purpose etc. (Got to love how they package it too - you get two identical full length cds when you buy one, with the idea of seed dispersal and giving one away to a friend - love, love LOVE this idea!). At this time, we're not in a position to buy one of these (some tracks are on youtube) but Totally Tots has created a whole lot of printables to go with these cds over here - so I'm going to be doing some soul gardening in the next few days!

May your seeds or promise take root this week!

The Heart of the Matter

I've heard it time and time again, that people are attracted to homeschooling because of the children they meet who come from homeschooling families. Children who are confident, who can play with other children of all ages and engage in conversations with other adults.

But after reflecting on this a little,  I realized something else. I don't believe for a moment that having children like this can only happen if they are home schooled. I have many friends whose children are entering their teenage years who are phenomenal kids. Truly, They've been schooled their whole lives, yet can hold intelligent conversations with adults, are confident, happy, incredibly talented kids, who are often involved in social situations where they entertain and engage with kids of all ages. (And sadly in the flip side, I have met, albeit a few, home schooled children who have yet to master the appropriate social skills for their age, and home schooled children who lack direction and motivation.)

So then, it begs the questions - is it really about school vs homeschool?

What is it that really makes a difference? 

Surely it's us?

Whether we, as parents, have the hearts of our children, and whether we are prayerfully molding and shaping their characters, be they at home or at school?

God has recently been speaking to me about having the hearts of my children. This challenging excerpt is taken from Ted Tripp's "Shepherding a Child's Heart":
You make a grave mistake if you conclude that child rearing is nothing more than providing the best possible shaping influences for your children. Many Christian parents adopt this "Christian determinism". They figure that if they can always be positive with him, if they can send him to Christian schools or if they can home school, if they can provide the best childhood experience, then their child will turn out okay.
These parents are sure that a proper environment will produce a proper child. They respond almost as if the child were inert. Such a posture is simply determinism dressed in Christian clothes.
I have a friend who is a potter. He told me that he can only create the type of pot the clay he is working with allows him to create. The clay is not merely passive in his hands. The clay responds to him. Some clay is elastic and supple. Some clay is crumbly and hard to shape.
His observation provides a good analogy: You must (emphasis mine) be concerned with providing the most stable shaping influences, but you may never suppose that you are merely molding passive clay. The clay responds to shaping; it either accepts or rejects molding. ... Your son or daughter responds according to the Godward focus of his or her life....
Determinism makes parents conclude that a good shaping influence will automatically produce good children. This often bears bitter fruit later in life. Parents who have an unruly and troublesome teenager or young adult conclude that the problem is the shaping influences they provided. They think if they had made a little better home, things would have turned out okay. They forget the child is never determined solely by the shaping influences of life....Your child's heart determines how he responds to your parenting.
 Food for thought huh?

Makers of Men (and Women)



We're in the middle of a manically busy week - crazy how that happens when my youngest two are home on holiday. Craving some silent still time, I curled up in bed last night with my journal, my thoughts and God. 

That still sweet silent time was glorious. It fed my soul.

And as often happens, when you offer up time to God, he shows up. And I was really blown away last night. 

I am a maker of men.

It's true. (And of a woman :)).

Too often we "stay-at-home" moms can feel we are nothing because we don't have a 'career', or do anything of importance, and all too often we can lose sight of the truth and allow insecurities and fear to grab a hold of us.

Last night I got it. Really deeply got it.

That my JOB, what I do every day, day in and day out, is not simply running a house and looking after children. 

My job is to make my boys into men. And to make my princess into a woman.

To mold them, to tease out their strengths, to encourage them in their weaknesses. It's to shape their characters, all the while, looking forward to the day when Braveheart and I can send them flying out of our home straight as an arrow. And do you know what? Last night I grasped how privileged I am that I do that every day. How awesome it is to be a part of that each and every day. How important this is when they are so young, when we are still their primary care givers, when we still exert the most influence in their lives. It's no good waiting till they tweens, or teenagers. It begins even now, with all the training, the disciplining, all the seemingly insignificant things.

Dare I try and do this alone? Not at all. 

I need God. 

Without him I doubt very much I can pull this off.

Starting a week...

King Arthur and I headed to the beach first thing on Monday morning this week, to play some ball, and to do Math in a different setting. I had grand designs of doing sums in the sand...



And although we did do Maths for a little while, the morning was about so much more...



Just him, and me...

And endless unbridled joy

at being free

to run, jump, play, and be a boy.

I grinned just like a child,

enjoying his joy.




I watched King Arthur unfurl. 
I watched him straighten out his shoulders, breathe in deep, and be a child.
 I watched him embrace that morning with all of his being. 

A few weeks ago he came up to my side and said, "Mom, I don't know why, but I just feel so wild inside". Seeing him on the beach made me realize just how much energy yearns to be set free within his body. And I am so thankful that I paid heed to the Spirit's prompting that morning. I learnt two valuable lessons.

Firstly - doing Maths with him made me realize that because of his aversion to workbooks it is something I have neglected to do over the last little while. And King Arthur is rusty with some basic sums that he had no problem doing a few weeks ago. I was struck - Maths really is like mental gymnastics, and unless we allow them to practice and use those muscles they will forget even the simplest routines and drills. (I'm pretty confident one could explain this using synapses and neuro pathways, but let's stick with some sports analogies shall we?!). I need to strengthen his character, and work Maths in on a much more regular basis.

Amazing what one can learn on a God inspired beach trip huh?

And secondly, although there is a place for routine and structure I'm learning to listen. To hear that my son is only almost 7. That he is too young to be sitting at a table inside checking off boxes. He should be allowed space to be free, to be outside, to enjoy his childhood. He will have his whole life ahead of him to attain knowledge - goodness, I almost sound like an unschooler!

These moments, 
these Spirit led moments,
are moments of grace. 
They are gifts. 
To be treasured with open willing hands.


A truly incredible way to start the week.

Mid Year Musings




So, as schools in South Africa begin to draw to a close at the end of the second term, I am left evaluating where I am with King Arthur, in this my first year of homeschooling; reflecting where I have come from, what I have learnt, and where I intend to go. 

Ahem, well, settle back and let's use bullets shall we?

  1. Strictly speaking I have only covered 15 weeks of my Sonlight curriculum in the 20 odd school weeks that have been this year. I only actually 'do' school four days a week with him as the fifth day is spent at co-op. Hmm...my driven goal-orientated personality doesn't like that so much!
  2. I have learnt (ahem, am learning) to relax about this fact though, as according the Department of Education's workbooks and learning outcomes for Grade One, Elijah can already check all the boxes. Seriously. Which leaves me stone cold with all the issues this exposes – how low the expectations are of learners; the need for this considering this is for schools across South Africa that may or may not have books, teachers, educational materials etc. It has left me with serious questions about education and the inequalities that exist because of socio-economic reasons – but I digress. More on that another day.
  3. And this brings me back to my pace. Some days I have panicked. Poor Braveheart. And poor King Arthur – you can tell the days I have a bee in my bonnet, as those are the days I set out to ACHIEVE! To tick as many boxes as we can! But what I've realised? Why I am trying to rush through this curriculum in a year, if he has already achieved the milestones Grade One expects of him? And what is important? Isn't it more important for an almost 7 year old to embrace and enjoy his childhood, rather than achieving academics – for there is certainly going to be time enough for that. Isn't this season more important for making sure I have his heart, that we are in relationship? Because at the end of the day, it's our relationship with our children that really matters – that weighs so much more than academics.
  4. I have been disappointed in some ways with Sonlight. It's true. Probably if I'm honest, because of my own expectations – I didn't expect Sonlight K/A to be so ...bitty. But in all fairness, it is only an Introduction to World Cultures. I found the pace we were flying through cultures from the beginning of the world to present day just a slight bit unnerving, and found myself deliberately slowing down – but actually upon further intense examination (I'm so type A) of the catalogue, I can see clearly how this spiral sequence of learning pans out from here. This is after all, only the beginning! Breathe Karen, breathe! So I get it now, and again, relaxing!
  5. I have learnt that less is sometimes so much more. King Arthur LOVES his read-alouds, and initially I read to him as many chapters a day as he wanted, (or as my voice could manage). But now, after delving into Charlotte Mason, I realise that there is a reason behind Sonlight's few chapters a day. It is to allow the child to fully absorb what is being read to them, and to engage in the subject matter more intensely. So now, I refuse to read more of the set book – but have incorporated a few books at a time, so there's always more to be had, but just of different books.
  6. Short, sharp and sweet - I'm now keeping each subject we do to a 10-20 minute limit, and am strictly enforcing this. I'm loving the change it's had on King Arthur, who in spite of being happy to sit for hours, now takes great pleasure in knowing that for this allotted time he is expected to give 100% of his attention to the subject.
  7. I don't think there's anything wrong with having high expectations of your children in regard to the effort they make or the attitude they approach something with – and this has been our biggest hurdle to date. Again, this is something so much more valuable than the academics. So now I communicate, that if the handwriting task is not done to the very best of his ability, I will rub it out and we'll start again. And that only took a day! (and for the record, these are minimal handwriting exercises, still think I'm going to hold off on the writing for a few more months)
  8. Hmmm, what else? My best buy has got to be all the books. Hands down. And the 600 piece world puzzle that King Arthur does over and over again. My worst buy? Hmmm, that would be the Reason for Handwriting Book K. I feel it's a waste as one really could so easily make your own with what is available on the Internet, and King Arthur has got bored with doing a letter at a time etc. In my browsing, again, stumbling across Charlotte Mason's methods for copywork etc, I think I'll adopt that in the future. Within this, I am very glad I bought the Reason for Writing Study guide that goes with it as it covers K through 6th grade, so even though I don't have the other students' books, now that I have the study guide I can deduce what the lessons would look like for the future. And looking ahead, I think it gets better from here on in, in terms of scriptures the kids learn in copywork etc. -in terms of a waste of money.

So to wrap this up? 

The only way to figure out what works for you and your family is to get started. 

It's the old adage of not being able to steer a boat unless it's moving. It's that simple. You cannot know what is going to work, what is going to need to be tweaked etc unless you start. And that is what this year for me is about. I can see that having bought a complete package first time round has been great as it gives me the confidence to start looking at what I want in terms of a curriculum, and seeing how to make a mix and match one for the future. And I'm looking forward to becoming a more eclectic type of homeschooler!

Life's Longing

Today whilst driving I pondered how is it that I (dare I say we?) cannot sit still and revel in the moment, really live in the moment?

How is that I can have read Ann Voskamp's book One Thousand Gifts only a month ago ,whose byline is 'a dare to live fully right where you are' and still be stuck in a place that so easily sneaks a peek at my neighbors life?

O that we would rise to the challenge to seize the day, to live fully, to embrace each and every moment as a gift....

… and so today, as King Arthur attended his co-curricular activity, I purposefully chose to be present with Aragorn and Belle, and deliberately took them to a much asked for playground (inspite of the weather!) – and played WITH them....






And the result? My being fully present with them, my playing with them, my chosing to LIVE?

Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose! (with apologies to Friday Night Lights!)
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Our Part as Parents

More and more as I journey along this path I catch glimpses of what we are called to 'do' as parents, what we are called to 'be' as parents.

And just this last week, I have been seeing the fruits of this.

King Arthur, over the last few days, has overcome some hurdles in his life that have threatened to cripple him.

In the first instance, attending a local fun club, great strength was required on my part to stretch him out of his comfort zone, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would love what he was doing his utmost to avoid. I dropped off a tearful, upset boy, and an hour and a half later picked up an exuberant, proud, cheerful, glowing child.



The second one involved his gymnastics competition. To date these too have been approached with tears and great reluctance, but after some God sent words this weekend through his dad, King Arthur rose to the occasion and approached this competition with a great spirit - whistling throughout. We are so proud of him for doing his best - and isn't that what any one of us should want?

It is our job to prayerfully consider when to stretch them out of their comfort zones and show them how much fun can be had....and I am loving watching my eldest overcome his fears, and developing a positive attitude.
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