Sitting at a coffee shop. All alone. Enjoying the time in the sun after two days of headaches and being sick. I suddenly realise: I have my mojo back! How about you? How do you get your mojo back? Here’s my vlog.. And ignore the awkward beginning…
There are no real parenting and unschooling rules.
Love your kids. Spend time with your kids. Go with the flow.
Each child, each family, is different,
it’s a bit hit and miss but the no rules approach works because it’s real, it’s about human interaction, it’s about individualising and making parenting and unschooling your own.
You know that gut feeling, that mother’s intuition? Listen. Trust. Pray. Seek counsel .
But most of all listen and engage.
“If you feel . . . that well-read people are less likely to be evil, and a world full of people sitting quietly with good books in their hands is preferable to world filled with schisms and sirens and other noisy and troublesome things, then every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, ‘The world is quiet here,’ as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope
I’m here to proclaim that reading can be part of the greater good.
Seriously, Leonie, you might say.
And wait. I’m not just proclaiming that reading is part of the greater good. I am also proclaiming that reading fiction is part of the greater good.
I knew this instinctively as a child, I knew that when I read literature, really good literature, I was beamed to another world. It was not merely an escape from an often chaotic childhood (though it could be argued that this was part of it). It, reading fiction, presented new ideas, new situations, allowed me to face good and evil, to formulate hypotheses about life, to decide on a code or rule of life, to be who it is that I am today.
My vocabulary changed after reading fiction. My style of speaking and writing changed after reading literature. I felt better, I acted better. I thought in different ways.
Then life stepped in. Suddenly, there was less time for “me” reading amongst reading for work and study.
I solved this problem , in part, by reading children’s literature. I love children’s literature, the pathos, the evocative turn of phrase, the sheer delight.
And reading aloud to my children brought extra joy, in shared delights.
But still, reading literature had become a sorry second or third or fourth or….. In my life.
And I think I paid the price , with less delights to share and ponder.
Reading a blog post, shared on Facebook, at the start of the year,has changed all that. The post reiterated eleven ways to be healthier and happier. And one was “Read fiction “. What?
Apparently , reading fiction improves connectivity and brain activity.
Yes! It hit me! This I already knew. I knew the effect of literature on me and on my life and in my family, I knew the delight.
So this is what I have been doing: reading more fiction. Without judgement. Without telling myself that I must. Without a pre-arranged booklist.
Just reading. When and where I can. What I want.
Plus, the other day, in discussing the current murder mystery novel of choice, I noticed my sons’ fiction lying around. Turns out that they, too, love fiction . And In noticing my reading of fiction, they have been reminded and encouraged to read more fiction themselves.
The power of story.
Listened to a few homilies recently. Really listened .
And heard a lot of good stuff about politics and Australia and economics and indigenous peoples and multiculturalism.
Good stuff. Well, maybe “okay” stuff.
But nothing about God.
Doesn’t it seem strange to you, that in exhortations to be kind and just and equitable , that God is not mentioned? In church?
Indeed, it not just strange but sad. Sad because this may be the only time in a week that the faithful hear about Christ and all of life reflected in Christ and His teaching,
And it’s not just me who thinks this is sad, sad and wrong. It’s the Church. In Redemptionis Sacramentum
“[67.] Particular care is to be taken so that the homily is firmly based upon the mysteries of salvation, expounding the mysteries of the Faith and the norms of Christian life from the biblical readings and liturgical texts throughout the course of the liturgical year and providing commentary on the texts of the Ordinary or the Proper of the Mass, or of some other rite of the Church. It is clear that all interpretations of Sacred Scripture are to be referred back to Christ himself as the one upon whom the entire economy of salvation hinges, though this should be done in light of the specific context of the liturgical celebration. In the homily to be given, care is to be taken so that the light of Christ may shine upon life’s events. Even so, this is to be done so as not to obscure the true and unadulterated word of God: for instance, treating only of politics or profane subjects, or drawing upon notions derived from contemporary pseudo-religious currents as a source.“
I learned lessons in my childhood, life lessons, lessons about who to be and how to be.
My sons learned these lessons, unconsciously, from me, as I lived my homeschooling life.
And they, in turn, taught me many things.
Families do that. We live together and in our everyday moments we teach and learn.
Is that magnified in a homeschooling family? I think it may be, because, you know,we spend more time together than most.
in my childhood, I learned not to be vulnerable. I learned to be resilient. I dealt with family difficulties by being perfect at school, that good girl who got good grades and never caused a fuss.
Some of these I unknowingly, I unwittingly, passed onto my sons. That resilience. That don’t make a fuss but just cope with it and move on. That strength.
Of course, the strength can mask the sorrow or pain. We are good at that in my family.
The force of strength and resilience is strong with us.
And that’s not a bad thing at all.
What have my children taught me, in turn?
To be vulnerable. To have a child is to become vulnerable, because you love and are in awe of creation.
Motherhood and homeschooling made me vulnerable. Vulnerable because of love. Vulnerable to criticism. I mean, by homeschooling or, God forbid but I freely admit it, unschooling, you naturally open yourself to observation, and sometimes, to criticism. I had to face my people pleasing Hermione nature … You can’t please everyone when you are unschooling.
I learned, from my kids, that the different path can be a good path. Even if it makes me vulnerable and different and, currently, earning less than I should have done had I worked and pursued my career. Instead of pursuing unschooling.
Learning and teaching are the stuff of life. We give who we are to our families , we learn and we teach, they learn and they teach.
Sitting in Mass on a Saturday in January. Reading the reflection provided by Father.
With what shall I fill the page of my life, my year?
With whatever it is that God wants.
“I think of this new year as a white page given to me by Your Father on which He will write, day by day, whatever His Divine good pleasure has planned. I shall now write at the top of the page with complete confidence Dominie, fac de me sic it vis, Lord, do with me what you will, and at the bottom I already write my Amen to all the proposals of your Divine will.” Sr. Carmela of the Holy Spirit.
That is the excitement of a new year. The not-knowing.
It can be frightening, I know. Yet it can also be freeing. Being open to His will, and being open to serendipity, can mean that our lives, and the lives of our family, are strewed with possibility.
In prayer and contemplation I like to think of adding something to our lives. Many resolutions at this time of year are riddled with don’ts or I won’ts or I musts (eat more vegetables, drink less alcohol, give up carbs, not be grumpy or angry or despairing..). It is freeing, however, to give these don’ts or wants in prayer and to think of things to add to our lives.
Turn on music. Hire some DVDs. Go to the library for new books. Declutter and see what amazing new-to-you, once forgotten, discoveries you make.
Dance. Sing. Cook. Enjoy a home-cooked meal or salad, eaten slowly, with family or with friends or even on your own with a good book.
Find movements that make you smile, that make you feel like a child. That makes you feel tough and cool and oh so athletic.
Start a family journal or scrapbook or blog or animoto or iMovie.
This is not the year for shoulds and musts and don’ts. This is the year of being with Him and of where that takes you and of, in the meantime, strewing your life and the life of your family with interesting things.