Life has been stressful lately. Rebecca and I took an impromptu break and haven’t “done school” in over a week. We’ll get back to a routine, probably starting tomorrow as today we’re watching a friend’s kids. It’s been gratifying to me to see learning still happening, and the product of her learning in action, though. Not like I thought she wouldn’t learn if we didn’t do book work, or that I thought our book learning was going in one ear and out the other. But in a time when I’m feeling unsure of so many things, it is good to have assurances that things are okay. I haven’t “wrecked” her by trying to teach her in ways that weren’t best for her, I haven’t squashed my seven year-old’s desire for knowledge. We’re okay. She’s okay, she’s great.
I surprise myself sometimes. I thought I was open-minded. I thought I had discarded unnatural learning timelines. I thought I was fairly well de-schooled. Turns out I was really really wrong about that. I still have a lot of work to do to get all that schooling out of my head. When I was a kid, I was very much a “student.” I loved the academic part of school, for the most part. I liked work sheets and text books. I got good grades all the way through school. But … all that didn’t do much for me as an adult. I’m not really sure what to do with all this stuff in my brain. I read unschooling stories and blogs and I want to go there but I have a hard time picturing my life, my daughter, myself, us, as unschoolers. What am I missing, how can I feel safe enough to let go and trust in us? Why am I clinging to the idea that we need to “do” school?
