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My mothering and unschooling "mentor"

St John Bosco Feast day January 31.

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Enjoy yourself as much as you like – if only you keep from sin.

– Saint John Bosco

My kind of saint.

St John Bosco’s patience with the boys in his care was phenomonal ~ something to which I aspire but often do not achieve, being surrounded and outnumbered by males .

My sons, in my long experience very often I had to be convinced of this great truth. It is easier to become angry than to restrain oneself, and to threaten a boy than to persuade him. Yes, indeed, it is more fitting to be persistent in punishing our own impatience and pride than to correct the boys. We must be firm but kind, and be patient with them.

See that no one finds you motivated by impetuosity or willfulness. It is difficult to keep calm when administering punishment, but this must be done if we are to keep ourselves from showing off our authority or spilling out our anger.

Let us regard those boys over whom we have some authority as our own sons. Let us place ourselves in their service. Let us be ashamed to assume an attitude of superiority. Let us not rule over them except for the purpose of serving them better.

This was the method that Jesus used with the apostles. He put up with their ignorance and roughness and even their infidelity. He treated sinners with a kindness and affection that caused some to be shocked, others to be scandalized and still others to hope for God’s mercy. And so he bade us to be gentle and humble of heart.

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God has a sense of humour.

We have had a rather funny week. Full of ups and downs.

It began with me feeling unwell – tummy aches, neck and shoulder pain. Tension? Probably.

I felt fat and bloated , too.

But my unwellness was improved by two Masses on Sunday ( one Latin, one our usual parish Mass) and Sunday evening dinner with one of the Friars .

Dh has been in hospital for two days this week, for medical tests. I had a LOT of work meetings and some meetings for World Youth Day ( I am a WYD Homestay Coordinator in our parish). And phone calls for the parish morning teas. And Kumon reports to do. And people over for lunch – talking to a friend about a marriage breakup and a new possible partner. Arrgh. A difficult situation.

Greg taught his first French class for homeschoolers at our house this week – I think it looked like fun, but I was really in and out in a sporadic fashion. Because God has a sense of humour.

Why?

Dh and I have deliberated about buying a newer car the last few weeks. We have dithered . We have talked.

But the decision was made for us on Thursday. Jonathon (18) had a car accident in our blue station wagon ( Francois or Frankie, as it is called).

Good news. Jonathon and the driver of the other car are okay.
But our car is not..So, within the next few hours of the accident, we found a newer car on the internet, had it brought out for perusal, got a bank cheque and bought a new-for-us station wagon – Tristan, is the family vote for his name.
All of this while dh was resting from medical stuff. Sort of.

God has a sense of humour, for sure.

The week ended well, however – went for a trip to Wollongong on Friday, a visit with two Friars. Cool day. And today, Australia Day, is Jonathon’s birthday. So far, Mass, Adoration, breakfast out, DVDs and Singstar.

Fun.

And today I don’t feel quite so fat, either! lol!

Unschooling

Homeschool Log

Trying to update my homeschool log for this last week.

What have we done, in educational terms?

Reading.

Mostly reading.

Yes, we have been shopping and to the movies and the kids have accompanied me to work meetings. Been to their part time jobs and their delivery of junk mail, too.

Yes, they have played the piano and guitar and listened to CDs and jumped on the trampoline and played and used the computer and Wii , sung along with Singstar, caught up with friends, and we visited another homeschool family.

Yes ,they have served and sung at Mass and have done a bit of formal study here and there – some Maths, Anny some Kumon English, some Latin, some writing.

But most of this week has been reading.

In the car. In bed. In the family room…sitting room…dining room… garage…at the library and at the bookshop.

The clutter of books everywhere is driving me batty! I walk around and tidy up piles. Piles of books.

My house reminds me of a quote from one of our Agatha Christie novels ~

It was clear that the books owned the shop rather than the otherway about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying and clearly lacking any stronghand to keep them down.

What has been read?

Everything. And anything.

From fiction ( P.G. Wodehouse and Tolkien and Lewis Carroll) to non fction ( Life on Mars, The Dangerous Book for Boys, Famous Speeches, The Joy of Mathematics) to magazines ( White Dwarf), to picture books ( The Frances series by Russell Hoban) to roleplaying game books to a biography of Pope John Paul II and a mini Saints book. And a 1962 Missal.

I’ll just write reading and books down in my log. I’ll know what that means.

An unschooling life, made up of books and reading.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense ofmyself in the world, I would do that again by reading,just as I did when I was young.~ Maya Angelou ~

And why are the children such readers? Perhaps this quote explains it… a bit …..

Children are made readers on the laps of their parents. ~ Emilie Buchwald ~

The years of reading aloud, of comforting toddlers with books, of living in libraries and bookshops, seem to have made books the friends of my boys.

Well, books are my friends, too…

religion

Woman. And education.

I am reading Woman by Edith Stein ( St Teresa Benedicta of the Cross).Translation by Freda Mary Oben, PhD.

I have enjoyed other writings of Edith Stein and this book also captures me. There is a sympathy in her writings, and this is coupled with Stein’s ability to write clearly on philosophy and ethics.

I have begun this volume with the section on education. Of course. As a homeschooling mother, a teacher, a Kumon Education Supervisor, what would draw my interest most, if not education?

Edith Stein consecrated herself in full to whatever she undertook, including education. She used the spoken and written word not only in teaching at school and at teacher’s college but also in bringing about educational reform. Her influence was through her work, yes, but also strongly through her personal example. This fits with her educational philosophy ~

The children in school..do not need merely what we have but rather what we are.

The entire educational process must be carried out with love which is perceptible in every disciplinary measure and which does not instill any fear. And the most effective educational method is not the word of instruction but the living example without which all words remain useless. ( page 6)

Who I am as a teacher and a mother, the way I act, what I do, communicates volumes to my students and children. All the perfect curricula I could collect, the perfect setting for my homeschool or my Kumon centre, means little without my interest, love, integrity, care. My own learning and growth.

Stein wrote ~ Education is not an external possession of learning but rather the gestalt ( form or character) which the human personality assumes under the influence of manifold external forces, i.e. the process of this formation. …The body draws from the physical world, the psyche from its intellectual environment – from the world of people and from the values which nourish it.

The first fundamental formation happens within the soul. Just as an inner form resides in the seed of plants, an invisible force making a fir tree shoot up here and a beech there, there is in this way an inner mold set in human beings which urges the evolution into a certain direction and works towards a certain gestalt in blind singleness of purpose, that of the personality which is mature, fuly developed, and uniquely individual….

Actual formative material is received not merely by the senses and intellect but is integrated by the ‘heart and soul’ as well. But if it actually becomes transformed into the soul, then it ceases to be mere material; it works itself, forming, developing; it helps the soul reach its intended gestalt. ( pages 130-131)

So, according to Edth Stein, true education touches both the soul and the intellect. We, as teachers, as parents, we unschoolers, should continue to be aware of the important effect of environment and atmosphere, of life itself, of others, and of our values, on our children and students …

I have to keep reading this book, so many concepts to consider.
Love it!
And I need to add it to my just-starting-list at Good Reads. ( Thanks, Mary, for the tip to join !).
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The Holy Family.

This morning we went, not to our usual parish Mass, but to a Latin Mass.

In the “old” calendar, the Sunday after the Epiphany is the Feast of the Holy Family.

Jonathon snapped a pic of dh and I, before we all left to go to Mass.

In my missal there is a commentary before the Epistle ( Colossians 3:12-17). Too good not to share ~

The authentic atmosphere of a profoundly Christian life is made up of kindness, charity, mutual comprehension, prayer and thanksgiving and joy in the Holy Spirit.

Nice to remember…
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Organisation

Or perhaps I should say – re-organisation.

This afternoon, I enlisted the family to help with some household organisation. We cleaned out the laundry – all the junk above came out of our laundry! Wow!
And see the finished laundry – lots of clear white space. Very nice.

I recently bought wire shelving units for use at my Kumon Education Centre ( work) and used one here in the laundry. Helps to keep things sorted and neat.

We also re-arranged bedrooms Again.

There is a lot of re-arranging going on in our house, as two older sons have moved to Sydney. Perhaps temporarily. We hope permanently.

An answer to prayer.

Nevertheless, adding adult sons back into the family mix calls for re-arrangement. Of physical places ( so Luke and Greg can have their own rooms – this is the two eldest sons).
And of mental and relational spaces – getting along together, giving each other room to move and breathe, to be different.

Letting go. Remembering that the way one parents and relates to an adult son is different to the way one relates to and parents a younger son.
Funnily enough. it is my dh who finds this the hardest. Maybe those male and female differences again ? Do fathers find it harder to parent less, to let go? Or am I just an unusual mother ~ letting go is not what I find hard.

What do I find hard?

Being the mediator between these relationships, helping both parent and son to see each other’s point of view. ( Those males!). Can be wearying.

But worthwhile.

Like all aspects of family life.

Re-organisation of space, I find, ends up helping with re-establishing and re-orienting relationships.
I am pondering on these thoughts and words, on our family life and on my role as a parent.
Some of us went to a Latin Mass this morning, and the Gospel reading was Luke 2: 15-20. Fr. mentioned this line ~ But Mary kept all these words, pondering them in her heart.
I got to thinking – How often do we mothers ponder things, ponder about family life, keep these thoughts close to our heart?
I’ll keep up my pondering, my re-organising, my re-arranging, my praying.
I need it!