I’m in the early, early stages of deciding our school path. I often battle with the voices in my head (“is it ok that she isn’t in preschool?” “shouldn’t I be doing more?”) and the real voices around me (“why isn’t she in preschool?”). Right now, we unschool. A simple, but loaded word, which means following the child’s desire to learn. I try to use everyday moments as teaching opportunities and if she displays some interest, we follow it. This has led to impromptu hula dance lessons on youtube, library searches for stories of female lighthouse keepers, and discussions about bullfrog ears.
I have long loved an Audre Lorde quote “The learning process can be incited. Literally incited–like a riot.”
For the last two days, she’s been working on something secret. She has asked me to spell some words for her. And she requested masking tape. Today, she asked me to read her a book. I almost fell over when the book she wanted me to read was her own! Here it is (inspired liberally by Olivia the pig):
Title Page (with author’s name prominently placed)
Olivia played the piano
This one is supposed to say “Olivia brushes her teeth. Moves the cat. Moves the cat”
Then they danced
This one is supposed to say “Olivia was disappointed.” I remember yelling the letters for “disappointed” for her yesterday as I was making the beds.
The whole thing was gloriously taped together with 4yr old masking tape abandon!