Homeschool Life

This year is the year I am finally owning the story that I have engineered with so much care, and written for our family.

I’ve been homeschooling – or rather had E at home now – for over a year, and before now I’ve sort of hid in the shadows at owning that I homeschool. Saying it in half whispers to people in conversation, assuring myself that she’s still so young that I didn’t have to look like I knew what I was doing yet, having stacks of books to read on the best way to do it all, a myriad of images and ideas and to do’s and best ways, all smudged over with a smooth glaze of busy-ness and life and travel plans and teething baby.

I’ve felt the need to prove to our loved ones that I am “schooling her at home”. Even to the husband who is so on board with this and backs me in any way that I think is the best way to do it.

I’ve followed amazing blogs – tagged at the end – who showcase amazingly successful homeschooling lives of unschooling., world schooling. following the world of the child, Waldorf inspired days and curriculums – all sorts. And most of them I have shouted a huge YES to inside, but then still tried to set up our days like school, with sitting at the table to learn and do worksheets and provide something to PROVE that I am doing school right.

But, and its a huge but, with a massive sigh of relief attached to it….. I don’t want to do it like that at all. I KNOW that that is not the best way for my little girl to learn. I don’t believe in it, I subscribe so much more to the methods of waldorf and unschooling. Through learning via real life interactions. Using daily activities to expand knowledge and look things up and learn as curiosity is piqued. Maths and English are used in every moment daily, we really truly don’t need to sit there with a stale worksheet.

In fact E loves academia and curriculum. I have no struggle to get her to do a worksheet. She loves it. But the act of making it formal and asking her to sit for “school”. A huge turnoff. An immediate resistance. But when we do it in the spirit of part of our day. As fun. As exciting learning. It’s incredible the difference it makes.

I think I’ve been trying to create routine because life seems so chaotic daily, but in completelty the wrong way. Ive been trying to set rigid boundaries so that I don’t go insane myself with the intensity of it, but all I’ve been doing is building us up a cage of walls that of course we are all going to kick against.

Instead I am working on a rhythm. We are not there just yet, things are changing as we find things that work better. But we are getting there. Instead of a rigid set time and tasks, I instead have a to do list for the day that can flow in a specific way, if it works. And if it doesn’t then as long as we do those things in the scope of the day, at any time, then that is just fine.

E also has other unique variances (undiagnosed – by choice – Aspergers but thats a story for a different post), and so the art of learning also has additional challenges to circumnavigate. She wants to play in a very specific intense repetitive way. And learn in the same way. And is very resistant to anything too set up or “teachy”. Always thinks she is right and will argue in a very clever manner to make it so. Does not understand make believe and real life. Cannot understand or tolerate anything with un-relatable concepts such as talking animals….Lots of variables! And this sometimes makes a more Waldorf inspired (storytelling and art) form more difficult.

So we are taking strands from a variety of sources now. And I am weaving a tapestry. For her and for me. To make it feel good. And it doesn’t look like anything that is “expected” of us. Its unique and kind of exciting. But only because I’ve stepped into it. I feel like I am owning this story now. I know what we are doing. And I no longer feel the need to prove it to anyone but us. Life is so short, and so fast. And we are homeschooling for exactly the reason to be able to slow down. Fully soak in their childhoods and a life lived well and on purpose. And that picture is a whole lotta different from the normal road.

It will be lovely to have you follow along, give me some inspiration and be witness to the beautiful colours of the weaves that we make.

 

Oooh and those amazing homeschool blogs….here are just a few:

http://happinessishereblog.com

http://thiswholehome.com

http://themulberryjournal.com

http://bewildandfree.org

Advertisements

The Quiet

We made it home. A whirlwind beautiful ending to our adventure with family in Canberra. And there it was. The end. The end of the long anticipated leap from daily life. The end of no plans and freedom and space to grow and room to change and hashing out all of the bullshit we’d been building in our lives for the past 17 years.

Our adventure was so so good. It’s exactly what we needed, alongside what we were dreaming of.

And after it was done, I was so excited to be coming ‘home’. Feeling at a place of strength and contentment. Ready to put our feet back on Yorkshire soil, with the people we love. And being living our lives authentically, consciously, with daily choice and a new rhythm of slower and good for us. No more duty or shoulds. Lots of careful self-care. Time at last for our own selves, and our little unit of 4 to be the priority around which we build our daily lives.

I have to admit we rode back in on a blaze of glory and I was expecting our lives back home to begin fresh. With lots of changes and new patterns and assuming that the world, and our loved ones, would just slot in beautifully around it all. It was in fact a bit of a crash landing after all. Maybe my dreamer heart is always a but naive? Whatever the reason I’m always pushed easily when my version of the world is challenged. Or maybe I’ve just never been tested before motherhood and so learning how to be strong takes a lot of practice. And the lessons just keep on a coming.

I love the cold we’ve come home to. Truly. I am a winter soul at heart. The chance to have a reason to be slow, and curled inwards, and resting and charging up. Time to think and snug and warm up and uncoil.

We’re staying put for a while. Now that we appreciate the value of the things we have here, in this house, in this town, at this season of our lives. A little tweaking to make it like home again and it is right for us right now.

And inside the home and our own family dance it could not be sweeter. We know who we are. We know what we need. We now know how to take care of ourselves. With love, and respect, and a real understanding borne from living and breathing each other daily for the last 3 months.

It’s stepping our toes back in to life around us that’s blowing me around a little. Buffeting against the sails and I wasn’t expecting a storm to come with the feeling of new found strength. It’s a good thing. Testing our ship and the ropes and sails we have built. It’s kind of scary. But exciting too. And nothing threatening either. Just the simple ins and outs of daily life, admin, demands, boundary testing, the needs of more than one voice. Real life I guess.

And as long as I keep the reminders close of the choices we made, and the dreams we spoke of, and the daily stars we want to navigate by. Then this ship is sailing just fine. I’ve just got to hold my nerve and keep my hand on the wheel. Right here is where both the real adventure and the test truly begins.

We’ve joked all of our married life that my husband is the Captain and I am the Navigator. I think and research and dream and tell him the path to take….and he is the one with the fire and the drive and the power to get us moving towards that distant destination. And now we have two beautiful little crew members. Both of them teaching us daily and taking up the same space and importance as us.

And so instead of raring ahead and go go go like life around us. I am embracing this month as a month of quiet. And resettling. I am not rushing or forcing or bending. This life going forward is so important to us. To me. That we move forward the way that we have always wanted. Because it’s so easy to get swept up into the daily race again. And I don’t want to be moved along in the flow of that river anymore.

We are sailing our own ocean now. Navigating it the way our hearts have told us for years but we’ve never been brave enough to listen. Well now those voices are too loud to ignore and my body and soul feel strong. Our own story. It’s time.

City Shock and Soul Explosions

Our flight was cancelled out of Bali due to the volcano activity of Mount Agung and so we travelled further to the South to the beautiful Ulu Watu. We’d booked a wonderful villa with our fantastic new friends and thought we were set for the week and to see if we could catch a pocket in the ash cloud the following week – more to come on this amazing place on another blog!

BUT, an emergency flight call came in the very next morning, and not wanting to miss Christmas in Australia with the family, we jumped at the chance and in a rush of packing and flying to the airport, we made it to Melbourne.

A total shift to our original plans, and the city was truly a rude awakening and reverse culture shock to our spirits. All the hard work and lessons we thought we had learnt in Bali seem shattered within days.

We started to panic, but oh so luckily found this most beautiful of farmsteads to stay on – to give us some time to breathe again and re-find our feet. We really need to find this balance between the totally insular life we’ve been able to create in Bali, and the ‘real world’ of society and expectation and demands.

Just arriving at the train station in the middle of the bush – with miles of open sky and sprawling land. It was like something out of a romance movie. It was utterly breathtaking and just breathing in the warm air filled me with such a beautiful longing and remembering its hard to explain.

Its safe to say we were re-ignited here, given the space and time to let a little soul explosion take place. And we remembered who we were and all the whys….

Farm-13Farm-14Farm-16Farm-17Farm-18Farm-19Farm-20Farm-21Farm-23Farm-24Farm-25Farm-26Farm-27Farm-28Farm-30Farm-32Farm-34Farm-35Farm-36Farm-37Farm-38Farm-111Farm-112Farm-113Farm-114Farm-115Farm-116Farm-117Farm-118Farm-120Farm-122Farm-123Farm-124Farm-125Farm-126Farm-127Farm-128Farm-129Farm-130Farm-131Farm-132Farm-133Farm-134Farm-135Farm-136Farm-137Farm-138Farm-139Farm-140Farm-141Farm-142Farm-143Farm-144Farm-145

Contentment and Moving On

So many lessons learned and I’ve finally found a sense of whole-ness and the way that I want our life to feel. Coming away has been the best thing we have ever done, and we are ready to come home, as who we really are.

There’s so much more to say, but that can wait for another day. It’s early on a Monday morning here and pretty pictures feel right. For now, these are our last few memories of Bali xx

Family-5Family-6Family-7Family-8Family-9Family-10  Family-11Family-12Family-13Family-14Family-16Family-17Family-18Family-19Family-20Family-24Family-27Family-29Family-30

Island Time – New Friends

It’s amazing how meeting the right people can change your whole perspective on life. In only a moment.

Meeting this gorgeous family online before our trip has been one of the best things to happen to us.

Not only are they awesomely cool and relaxed and showing us how to do it all with humour and less stress, but they have also opened our eyes to healthier eating and lifestyle habits, as well as our perspective on the way we raise our children and the unique quirky challenges we’ve ourselves embraced over the last few years.

Before we left home, the pile up of things had started to create a thunderous cloud. But now having met them, it’s been blown clean away.

Our island time together on Lembongan couldn’t have been any better.

Ocean-1Ocean-3Ocean-4Ocean-5Ocean-6Ocean-7Ocean-9Ocean-10

Beach Days and Family Ways

We left Ubud and it’s hot, humid busy-ness, and headed for the beach.

Sanur is everything that we thought we weren’t looking for. A tourist spot full of easy access places and lots of families – but in fact it’s just what we needed with two smalls who don’t sit still!

We found an amazing little apartment in a complex with a private pool, and a 5 minute walk to the most beautiful beach and little strip of cafes.

We fell into an easy rhythm of walks to swim in the sea, fresh young coconuts, morning naps, dips in the pool where Erin has learnt to swim, quiet time, school time, work time.

Trying to find our family rhythm and learning all the extra lessons that come alongside testing our edges, and ideals, combating our boredom at back to the mundane daily, trying to find something that works for all of us to be together, doing the things we need to do when it’s  no longer a holiday. We are trying to find our personal boundaries, or work boundaries. Finding out how we want this life to look when we return home, connecting some more dots and creating a unique way.

All the small things. The extraordinary in the ordinary day.

xx

Sanur-1Sanur-2Sanur-3Sanur-5Sanur-7Sanur-8Sanur-9Sanur-10Sanur-11Sanur-12Sanur-16Sanur-17Sanur-18Sanur-19Sanur-20Beach-4Beach-6Beach-7Beach-8Beach-9Beach-10Beach-11Beach-14Beach-15Beach-16Beach-17Beach-22Beach-25

Ringing the Changes

Oh this is one wild and bumpy ride. Exotic and beautiful, strained and uncomfortable. Total freedom, joy, fear….all of it. Daily.

We are resisting the tide to fall back into a daily rhythm of doing and going, and becoming obligated and tied. It’s really hard. We seek connection yet at the same time, the biggest reason we came away was to find a rhythm that worked for each one of us individually, so that we could work together as a family to have a fully joy-full rounded life.

At the moment we are still trying to hit our stride, find the pace. It’s all good. We’re learning and growing and changing and re-learning and re-writing. It’s a dance.

One that we are realising still that there are no magic answers to. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. It’s so good to spend each day together. Along side that its becoming obvious where there is need and where changes need to start to happen.

Sometimes its uncomfortable. Boring. Exhausting. This daily dance. Even in beautiful Bali. It’s not a holiday, it’s a life change for us. To try and get things in place to get it right and make each day one worth getting out of bed for. Re-committing, re-learning, finding a story that works for us all. And most importantly that works for me and the husband together so that we can give these babies a solid frame on which to build their own selves.

We’ve got some great inspiration here through a few couples with children we have met. Families who seem a little further down the trail than us and its giving us so much food for thought.

We had a great last few days in Ubud playing the tourist as you’ll see in the photos below. A beautiful world full of the kindest smiles and hands to help.

Here are the highlights of those last few days…

Riceterrace-1Riceterrace-2Riceterrace-3Riceterrace-4Riceterrace-5Riceterrace-6Riceterrace-7Riceterrace-8Riceterrace-9Riceterrace-10Riceterrace-11Riceterrace-12Riceterrace-13Riceterrace-14Riceterrace-15