Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Alternatives to Homeschooling

In recent decades, homeschooling has become an increasingly popular alternative to traditional schools (or maybe it's becoming less popular. I don't know, I'm making this part up).

There are several variations of homeschooling:

-the fundamentalist Christian kind where you insulate your children from the sinful outside world (to be fair, as a graduate of the public school system I have to say that demonic involvement in its oversight would explain a lot)

- the kind where you spend two hours a day making your kid read a book, do absolutely nothing else, and laugh as they continue to score above the public school average on standardized tests

- unschooling, which is where a child learns through their natural life experiences. In other words, where you don't make them read a book for even two hours a day

- more stuff I'm probably forgetting, because I have no idea what I'm talking about.


So as you can see, there's considerable variety there already. But still, I think there's room for something new. Some brilliant new method of reaching children's hearts and sparking their love for learning.

And who better to come up with it than me, a random college drop-out whose lack of desire to homeschool her children is outdone only by their lack of desire to be homeschooled?

I present to you:

1. The Child-Led Path method 

Both homeschooling and schooling (school-schooling?) come with benefits and challenges. The Child-Led Path allows parents and children alike to enjoy the best of both worlds.

How it works: the "path" in this case is an actual, literally path. Specifically, the one leading from your house to your child's school.

The parent brings his or her children to school - but at the child's pace. The decision to approach the school quickly or to, instead, engage in creative free play is in the child's hands. 

This method is really about trust. Trust that our children know, in their hearts, what is right for them. Just as our bodies tell us what they need if we only listen*, so do our minds. All we need to do is to open ourselves to their message, to let them tell us whether it's time for formal education, or for checking out that weird-looking snail. 

Today's schools so often destroy the mind-mind connection, leaving our children unable to tune in to their own intellectual needs. With the Child-Led Path, we regain that lost link. As our children tap into their mind's needs, they will lead us to the right balance of school, play, and family - naturally.

Practical tips:
-Expect the Child-Led Path to take approximately two hours for each half-kilometer between your house and the school. 

-The time during your walk is valuable educational time! You, the parent, can make sure that playtime is also learning time by encouraging your children to learn more about the various things they see along the way.


* if your body is like mine, what it truly needs is coffee, pizza, and Ben and Jerry's. Which I can only assume is the ideal diet for my body type.

2. The Freedom to Wonder Method


One of the chief aims of homeschooling is to encourage children's natural curiosity. Children of all ages love learning, naturally, just like they naturally love other tasks that require effort. We can teach them so much without forcing knowledge on them, simply by listening and responding to their questions.

But do we really listen to our children's questions? For many of us, the answer, unfortunately, is "sometimes." Sure, we happily answer our 6-year-old when she asks "what is a bank?" But so often, we brush our 2-year-old aside when she asks "why is a bank?"

Parents who follow the Freedom to Wonder method believe there is no such thing as a stupid question. Or an absurd question, rhetorical question, or misworded question. If a child asks, that means they want to know the answer - and our job as parents is to help them find that answer. Not to brush them aside with phrases like, "Don't be silly," "I already answered that," or, "Are you sure you meant 'plopar' bear, and not polar bear?"

Freedom to Wonder means treating every question not as a nuisance, but as an opportunity to explore together. Parents who follow this method generally find that there is no longer a need - nor, indeed, time in the day - for formal study. 

Practical tip:
-Sometimes children, especially younger children, repeat questions. Too many of us then shut down their inquiries, insisting that the answer we gave should suffice. Freedom to Wonder means encouraging questions no matter how often they are raised. When a child asks again, it means they are still curious. Perhaps our initial answer was unclear - or perhaps they simply want to delve deeper into the subject at hand.



 3. The Apprenticeship Method

Both homeschoolers and school-schoolers sometimes appeal to centuries of tradition to support their preferred method of education. Which is pretty ridiculous. The argument over whether 
1. kids spending most of 8 hours a day sitting in a classroom or 
2. kids spending most of the day in a suburban home using K-8 software 
is more like the traditional way of doing things is, frankly, an argument that neither side is going to win.

Some people might say, "OK, so let's just ignore tradition. Weren't most kids illiterate 200 years ago, anyway?" Ignore those people. For we must look to the past to lead our children to a better future.

So what were kids really doing 200 years ago? They were out there working alongside the adults, learning valuable life skills and being socialized into the adult world naturally (also, pulling their own weight).*

The Apprenticeship Method returns to the educational method our forefathers really used: throw kids into the deep end of the working world. What better way for a child to learn the skills that he or she will need in the working world than actually being part of the working world? What better motivation than knowing that hard work and know-how will be rewarded not with a meaningless letter on a piece of paper, but by cold hard cash? What better way for parents and children to bond than to share their days side-by-side, not as teacher and student, but as a team?


*(source: this book we read in school that one time about some kid who was like an apprentice or something? And he burned his hand with silver, I think. Also there was an American Revolution in there somewhere. Snan, do you know what I'm talking about?)

*****

Thus concludes my presentation of genius breakthroughs in the field of education. Please feel free to contact me with any lucrative book deals.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Attack of the flies

Me (reading): "... the bad fairy was so sorry that from that day forth, she wouldn't even hurt a fly."

N: But what if it was a giant, evil fly?

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Conversations

"Mommy, is our fish kosher?"
"Yes."
"Oh, too bad. I didn't want us to eat him."

******

(Speaking to a child who's been mentioning for days how much better things are at her friend M's house)

*child jumps on sleeping sisters*
"Stop that RIGHT NOW! Or you are going to be sleeping all alone in the play room!"
"Fooya! You're making my life annoying!"
"And what do you think you're doing? Are you making everyone's life nice right now, or are you making life difficult?"
"I'm making you a stupid life! *pause* If I lived at M's house, I would only sometimes make life stupid."

****

(D speaking to A in the middle of a game)
"Let's pretend that I'm the little sister, and you're the big sister."

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Yeh yi doh

As someone old enough to remember when she first got a computer with The Internet on it (dial-up, naturally), it can be really freaky to watch my kids - who were all born in the past decade - in action.

It's most disconcerting watching S. All the girls know how to work the iPad like champs, but there's something weird about seeing a child who still hasn't quite mastered the concept of "poop goes in the toilet" grab the iPad and have her favorite movie up and running in a matter of seconds.

Her favorite movie, by the way, is the video footage Viggy got at D's channukah party last year. I have heard the songs they sang at that party SO MANY TIMES.

Anyway. So S can do nearly anything on the iPad. But then she's totally stymied by the youtube search the kids prefer, which uses vocal input, and it's really sad and cute.

The other day I found her staring at the screen with great concentration, saying, "Yeh yi doh."

*youtube fails to yield video results*

"Yeh Yi Doh!!"

*nothing*

"YEH YI DOH!!!"

*nothing*

What she was trying to make it show her was her second-favorite video of all time: the clip from Frozen with the song Let It Go.

I'm sure it's only a matter of time until someone invents a voice search that can be used by toddlers. Maybe something that lets you choose between the various real pronunciations you might have been going for (with pictures, naturally).

Heck, it's probably been invented already, but S has a technologically ignorant mother who won't learn about its existence, let alone spend the time figuring out how the ipad app store works in order to actually buy it. And she can't buy it herself, because the ipad doesn't recognize "ahpah appsh." Poor S.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A sweet potato on your head

For whatever reason - superb luck? accidental good parenting? - my kids don't seem to have picked up any curse words.

They have, however, picked up the idea of curse words.

Tonight D did some Very Bad things, and was unceremoniously dumped into time-out. A couple of minutes later I decided we were probably both ready to talk.

As I approached a glowering D, she looked up at me and hissed, "Watermelon."

"D, why are you acting like this? I know you're a good girl and can be so nice, why do mean things to your sisters and Mommy and Daddy?" I began.

(Note: this was a mistake, for a couple reasons - number 1 mistake being that I asked "why." Never ask why. You don't want to know.)

"Because. Everyone was ANNOYING me," she explained.

"But when you hit N and took her things, maybe you were annoying her."

*Glare.* "Sweet potato. Sweet potato."

"What could you do instead of hitting?"

"Sweet potato."

****

Two minutes later, D has stopped hissing vegetable names at me and is ready to talk.

Me (attempting a This is a Teaching Moment voice): "So what do you think would help you remember not to hit?"

D (instantly): "If I went to Jerusalem for two days."

".... "

"We could stay in the same hotel where we stayed last time."

"Who would go to Jerusalem? Just you?"

"No, me, and you and everybody who lives in this house... And then I would remember not to hit."

"But honey, we were in Jerusalem before, and it's still hard for you to remember not to hit."

".... I don't remember being in Jerusalem before."

"You remembered the hotel just now."

".... No! I don't remember the hotel at all."

****

Would you believe that N, of all people, is a very stubborn child?

N loves to learn. But N loves to learn her way.

Right now, she's learning to write. OK, great. I suggested maybe she wanted to learn to read first, but no. She wants writing. So maybe she wanted me to sit with her and work on letters? No. Should I help her figure out how to spell words? No! She will write letters, and then I will tell her what she wrote. And that is how she will learn.

So we have dozens of scenes like this (translation by me):

N: Mommy, what did I write? Did I write "good girl"?

Me: No, honey, it says "Gomshpal."

But she perseveres. For what it's worth, N's way generally seems to work pretty well for her - she's somehow picked up a grade-level-and-beyond knowledge of letters, math, and English - so for now, I try to just nod, smile, and be grateful yet again that I don't homeschool. 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Well that got dark fast

This morning I decided it was time to change the water in the fish tank. The sales guy said to change the water once a week, which I've interpreted to mean once every nine days.

Here is our fish tank, pre-water change:


Do you notice anything strange about that picture? Like, say, only one of the fishes having fins or a tail?

That's not just because I got lazy halfway through drawing.

In real life, I didn't notice the change right away. "Mommy, that fish looks dead," N noticed.

"No, honey, he's just holding still so I don't catch him," I told her (while trying to transfer the fish out to a bowl so I could empty their tank). Dead fish float, right?

But a minute later I had to admit that she was right. Also, EEEEEWWWWWWW. Gah. Why did I have to joke about survival of the fittest????? Why???

This whole "pets" thing was bad enough when I thought all I'd have to do would be to remember to give them food and clean water once every few days. I am SO not prepared to deal with gruesome fish murder.

The other fish, henceforth to be known as Murderfish, kept swimming frantically away as I tried to catch him so I could change the tank water. I think he realizes I know what he did. In the end I gave up, and am waiting for Viggy to come home and dispose of the dead fish, and figure out a smart way to catch the living fish.

Fortunately, the girls do not realize that Murderfish was involved in Otherfish's death. They think Otherfish got sick and stopped eating (and then his fins fell off, leaving only bloody stumps? I'm not sure what they think happened there).

RIP, Otherfish.

Now the kids are out playing or sleeping, it's just me and Baby E (who is now known as "[E] fat-face," but in a loving way). So I have to go do math. In the living room. Alone. With Murderfish.



Gah.

Maybe it's time for a softer, cuddlier pet. Like, say, a hamster. (warning - link not safe for sanity) 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Chapter 402: In Which we Get Pets

As the title indicates, we are now the proud owners of two real, live (for now) pets!

By "proud," I mean "extremely reluctant."

It began with S's end-of-year party at daycare a couple weeks ago, where for whatever reason, they decided to give each child a going-away present of a real live fish.

WHO DOES THAT???? Who thinks of parents bringing their toddlers home for a month with no daycare, and thinks, "you know what those people probably want? Another fragile, needy living being to care for!"

Maybe you all don't think of goldfish as being particularly needy. OK, maybe to you they aren't. But we're a family that managed to kill cactus. More than one cactus. 

Of course, you could always choose to give the fish away or something. If you don't mind breaking your kid's heart.

So we brought our fish home, and Adi instantly fell in love with it and gave it a name that I've already forgotten. Adi has already named each and every one of the several dozen street cats living in this area, and my brain is out of room to remember these things.

She also started petting it. Yes, petting the fish. At least she didn't take it out of the water to hold it, like a friend's child did (more on that later).

In the meantime, N and D are asking questions like, "Can we feed him cereal?... Why not?... Can he go swimming in the bath?" and I'm mentally giving the fish 20% odds of living to see the weekend.

Later that day, we went to E's house, where we learned that their fish (given to E's little sister S, who is in daycare with our S) had returned its soul to its Maker a rather short time after arriving in their home (remember the child who took the fish out of the water to hold it? That was E's little brother).

While I tried to quell my feelings of guilty relief that someone else had managed to kill their fish before we killed ours, Adi was busy realizing that her fish could die, too. So then I told her that, yeah, goldfish sometimes don't live very long.

At first she was teary at the thought of her goldfish not living for long. But within 2 minutes, I overheard her and E debating over what they would do with its dead body - bury it? or feed it to Mitsy?

I had to remind her that her fish could very well still be alive. I think they were almost disappointed.

Anyway, our fish couldn't live in a bowl forever, and E's mom needed replacement fish for her broken-hearted toddler. So we went to the pet store and ended up with one little plastic fish tank each, two fish for her, and one more fish for us (I figured that if I had remembered the breed of fish right, they could be friends. If not - a valuable lesson for the kids on survival of the fittest).

Our two fish are still alive, for now, and not in Mitsy's stomach. So - yay us. Now let's just hope they are sufficient as family pets, and don't turn out to have been gateway pets that only encouraged Adi in her dreams of hamsters and cats that are allowed in the house.

(I shouldn't mock Adi's dreams. At least she just wants a hamster. Dani wants a pet lion.)