Monthly Archives: June 2010

Unschooling in Action

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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 end

The whole thing was gloriously taped together with 4yr old masking tape abandon!

The Complete Idiot’s Guides to Parenting

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I was searching for a parenting book through my local libray’s online catalog.  Couldn’t find it so I did a general “parenting” search.  Here are a few of the notable books that are available:

  • Now I know why tigers eat their young : surviving a new generation of teenagers
  • How to raise kids you want to keep
  • Even June Cleaver would forget the juice box : cut yourself some slack (and still raise great kids) in the age of extreme parenting
  • Parenting, Inc. : how we are sold on $800 strollers, fetal education, baby sign language, sleeping coaches, toddler couture, and diaper wipe warmers–and what it means for our children 
  • Didn’t I feed you yesterday? : a mother’s guide to sanity in stilettos
  • 13 is the new 18– and other things my children taught me (while I was having a nervous breakdown being their mother)
  • Raising the perfect child through guilt and manipulation
  • The public school parent’s guide to success : how to beat private school and homeschooling
  • The Tao of poop : keeping your sanity (and your soul) while raising a baby
  • A chicken’s guide to talking turkey with your kids about sex
  • Harried with children
  • The epidemic : the rot of American culture, absentee and permissive parenting, and the resultant plague of joyless, selfish children
  • Toilet trained for Yale : adventures in twenty-first-century parenting

I’ll just let these titles stand alone.  There were also 12 million books on depression/anxiety in children and raising children after divorce. 

I have a funny story about The Epidemic:  rot of American culture book.  Scott was in a wedding and the bride had arranged for us to stay in the home of a family member.  We’d never met these folks.  They were concerned that we were co-sleeping with Norah.  Even if we didn’t routinely co-sleep, I would not have put my one year old in a room by herself (especially next door to an adult man I’d never met).  And before we retired for the evening, these kind folks asked many pointed questions about our parenting.  The next morning, after the family left for the day, we found a copy of this book left on the breakfast table.  The book had much to say about attachment parenting.  You know, basically, attachment parenting is responsible for the rot of American culture.

 

Hypnobabies for the Glucose Screening Test

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I received this email from one of my Hypnobabies students and she gave permission to blog it:

Just wanted to share with you my success story of the week. I had to have blood drawn for the blood sugar test.

I am terrified of needles. I always bruise and I am sore. I also have panic attacks and cry afterwards, feel nauseous and dizzy. So I put off going all day.

So I decided that I would use my Hypnobabies techniques before and during having my blood drawn. I used my middle switch as soon as I got back there and then I used my “Peace” word and ran the script of my blood sugar will be normal as they drew vials of blood.

To my amazement I felt nothing but pressure, not even a prick!!! It felt just like my husband applying pressure to my arm [something we practice in class].  I had no panic attack and I felt wonderful afterwards as if nothing had even happened. I didn’t have any bruising and NO soreness. My husband always worries over me when I come out and this time when I came out I was smiling and so happy. He was so proud of me and I was proud of myself.

It was just the boost of confidence I needed to know that I can control how my body interprets what I feel.

Isn’t that fantastic?  If you want to learn more about Hypnobabies, I have two spots remaining in my Greenville class.  It begins in a week so let me know!

Creative Movement

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Today Norah took her first ballet class.  She was amazing although she never smiled.  Not once.  She is a very serious ballerina. 

And while I was watching her, I glance over to witness my 9 month old taking her first steps.  All alone in the corner of the big performance room.  She took three steps, sat down, and applauded.  Then did it a few more times.  It makes me wonder if she’s been strolling on the sly. 

Cedar walks before she gets her first tooth. 

My girls are growing up so big.  Bittersweet.

The Gift of Inspiration

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Earlier, I blogged about the mom’s study group and our first meeting topic:  The Gift of Grace.

This week, we discussed the Gift of Inspiration.

Inspiration gets a bad rap with me.  I’ve worked in jobs and ministries in which I was expected to “inspire” people.  We often measured success by our ability to make them cry as if emotional highs would change behavior.  We talked of mountaintop experiences.  I know all the tricks for lighting candles, playing sappy music, making a ritual to create a bang-up cry fest.  I can inspire a group.  It isn’t difficult. 

But the word “inspiration” literally means “with the spirit.”  That definition changes the way I think about it.  “With the spirit” whispers of connection.  One who is plugged in.  Drawing from the Source.  So the best way to inspire is to be connected to the Source. 

We first looked at how to inspire our children’s global purpose.  Jesus said that we would receive power through the Holy Spirit.  There is that word again—spirit.  He says this spirit will be our Source.  We will become good news to the world.  We will do the work of redeeming the earth.  Making it into a Garden again.  That is our global purpose as Christians.  It is our children’s global purpose.  Not some time in the future.  But now.  We discussed examples of children being good news to the community or to individuals.

[I have some thoughts on good news.  I do not think evangelism is the point.  If our ultimate purpose is to convert people, then we have an angle.  Loving on people is the good news.  Conversion is up to God.  Our Christianity should be good news to our neighbors regardless of their belief.]         

Back to the group, we made a list of skills, traits, talents that our kids show.  How can we encourage these traits to be good news now?  For Norah, I listed:  creative problem-solver, can read emotional climate, can make big connections.  For Cedar, I listed passion.  Oh, that little one has a fire inside her.   

We then looked at our children’s individual purpose.  Their vocation.  It doesn’t matter what they will be…what matters is what kind they will be.  Zaccheus didn’t stop being a tax collector but he became a different kind of tax collector.  As Christians, we (should) emphasize different values than the world.  Sacrifice, grace.  We can model this difference by letting our kids be a part of discussions like “how could our family be good news with our tax refund?” or “how could we be good news to Mrs. Smith down the street?”  And these discussions can be terribly inconvenient.  Kids often see very black and white and may begin calling us on our choices.  Which is a good thing.  And we can let go of our hopes for our children to be wealthy or safe.

And we must be careful not to give our kids their calling.  God does this. 

Then we talked about having a sense of God’s presence.  We made a list of all the unremarkable, mundane things we did yesterday.  For all of us, the list included changing diapers or wiping a butt.  The question becomes “are our days dull or the other way around—do we make them dull?”  Do our routine tasks have eternal value?  God meets us where we are.  Because that is where we are.  When we’re wiping butts, that is where God joins us.  Any task can touch the sacred.  How can we connect with the Source in these mundane tasks?  How can wiping a butt inspire? 

Jesus often used object lessons.  He passed a vineyard and he told a story about it.  Or a fig tree.  Or he said, “Consider the lilies.”  How do I help my kids see God in creation? 

Finally, we discussed living missionally.  Not about programs or 3rd parties buffering us from the in-your-face needs of people.  Not about “adopt-an-orphan” in Ethiopia (though a worthy way to give).  Not about encountering only pre-screened, kid-safe people.  It is about those unexpected needs that are right under our noses.  The ones we can’t ignore.  Or shouldn’t.  Sometimes we have only a moment to respond to someone in our path.  I love the dangerous little book, Irresistible Revolution for challenges of this sort.       

The gentle discipline tool we discussed was Playful Parenting.  How to use play for discipline, engaging cooperation, teaching, motivating, and more.  My favorite resource is Playful Parenting by Lawrence Cohen.

Lots to practice this week.

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