Tonight I guess I’m looking for deep thoughts and finding none. Often I’ve written on the dichotomy of living life and reflecting on life, but now I think I’m too weary for the latter, and too busy with the former. The children had a nice day – lots of reading for Marcus, who’s finishing up A Series of Unfortunate Events for the second time. Naomi seems content with snailing through her multiplication tables – I’m watching closely to see if she is actually struggling, but she seems to enjoy making people think she’s helpless, only to burst through with big eureka moments of realizations. I guess she enjoys the extra bit of accomplishment she gives herself. At any rate I constantly remind myself that it’s the rare 30 year old that doesn’t know 4 X 8.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a true unschooler. I’ve shunned curricula since starting to homeschool, yet I’m constantly searching for new series and methods of teaching that basically subscribe to the page a day format. ‘Eclectic’ may be a better term, but that seems like the ‘general studies’ moniker for a college student. The term is not important, it’s the philosophy behind it that I want to be consistent about, if only to make sure I don’t become what I say I’m not. I want to remain a proponent of interest based learning, even if I bend and shift with my child’s needs. I want to stand for the meaning of education as a means to accomplish God’s purposes for our maturation and not a method to achieve man’s approval. It seems to be bearing out in my children’s diverse interests, but I guess every parent has to wait til they are grown to know that you truly placed certain ideas within them.
I just found the Weaver curricula on eBay and we are going to try out a few unit studies to see if it helps organize our thinking and lessons for each week – something that will help me to maintain our pace of learning, even if we do decide to break now and again. I hope I won’t let this new method change me into the wicked school teacher with the pointy nose and the ruler for slapping disobedient children on the wrist – probably not, but at least I’m honest with my fears. I don’t think I could ever be a school – at – home dad, repeating the life I lived as a public school teacher for so long. But to indulge in little structure to complement my rebellious academic stance? As long as I hear comments like I did this morning, from Marcus, I think we’ll be OK –
“My goodness, I loved the way this morning looked!”
Looking unto the hills,