Connection

A teenager from the town next to ours disappeared last week.  This week they found her body, and a young man who lives in my town has been charged with her murder.  Near as anyone here can figure out, she was seeing this guy or they were FB friends or something like that.  It seems he may have been a predator, but details are sketchy and I prefer not to jump to any conclusions before this man has had his day in court.  But I digress.  What is my real reason for writing something now?  Connection.

Yesterday, our local newspaper printed an article to remember the victim.  There were several things in it that struck me.  First, clearly this young woman was considered a "typical" teen.  She loved school because she could hang out with her friends and she was, apparently, constantly connected to her cell phone so she could be talking and texting with her friends at all times.  The article even mentioned how she had a hard time this past summer on a two week wilderness trip with her family because of the lack of cell phone connection and her inability to text.  There was nothing, NOTHING in this article that our modern society would deem inappropriate for a kid her age.  And that, my friends, THAT is the problem.  As a society, we have become so disconnected from our children that the only things they have left to connect with are their peers.  We consider this normal behavior, but in many other societies, it is not!  Kids don't naturally connect to peers, they naturally connect to parents and caregivers.  How have we pushed our children so far away from us that we think it is normal for a kid to not enjoy two weeks with their family because they didn't have a cell phone connection?  Think about this--instead of telling her parents or other trusted member of her community or family that she was FB friends with this new, older guy, she was telling her friends.  Instead of someone with more experience telling her to be careful and that maybe this wasn't a good idea, she had kids her own age telling her, "Oh, cool!  He's cute!"  Believe me, I'm NOT blaming the victim for being naive (perhaps she wasn't) and I'm not blaming her parents for being absent (perhaps they weren't).  Again, details are sketchy and I'm not jumping to conclusions.  What I am doing, however, is blaming SOCIETY for not recognizing what we are doing to children!  

As a whole, we have a very sick society--and yes, these murders and acts of violence (marathon bombs, school shootings) are relatively rare.  Really, they are. HOWEVER, while the acts of violence are rare, children with anxiety disorders, OCD, ADD, ADHD, obesity, diabetes...these things are not rare.  We are a very sick society and the younger generation is getting sicker.  Much of these problems can be directly linked to how we treat our kids and the way we force disconnection on them because society says we have to.  (Ask yourself, honestly, why do your kids go to school?  Is it because you truly think it is what is best for them?)  We need to understand that this isn't about tough love or forcing kids to obey and all will be well.  This is about completely changing how we treat the youngest and most vulnerable section of our society.  We MUST begin to connect with these kids.  Get them out of school if that isn't good for them.  Find them alternatives to school and day care and, instead, let them play outside and learn and follow their passions.  We need to let them be who they are with an adult beside them to support, nurture and fuel their desires (as opposed to an adult telling them what to do every day).  It is about letting kids play in multi-age situations and learn from all kinds of people; older kids, younger kids, adults, etc.  It is about telling a child that they are worthwhile, no matter what they are feeling in a given moment.  Until we change the way we approach children in our society, we can continue to expect them to grow up disconnected and confused.  We can expect them to make mistakes from which there is little ability to recover.  We can expect mental illness, obesity, and depression.  We can expect rare acts of violence to become more common and for us, as a society, to simply shake our heads and wonder what went wrong.  I'm telling you here what is wrong.  We are lacking a connection and we think it is normal.  We think it is the way it is supposed to be!  It isn't.  There is another way.  [Getting off soapbox now....]

The curriculum question

Last week, I went to a housewarming party and got to hang out with a bunch of our neighbors as we welcomed a new neighbor to the area.  One of our neighbors, who lives across the street from us, is a wonderfully kind gentleman who has been very supportive of Erin's Death Star Bottle Drive, loves watching my kids play outside, and is often invited to partake in our crazy science experiments that usually involve blowing stuff up.  Last night, as we were talking, he asked me what curriculum I used with the kids and wondered how I managed to adjust it to meet the needs of all the different ages I'm trying to teach at home.  It is one of those questions that I have come to both dread and thoroughly enjoy.  It becomes a dread question when I know the person I'm talking to comes at the idea of homeschooling from a very old-school perspective.  They want to hear how my school-at-home is going, what subjects we cover, what prepared, boxed curriculum I use, and how do I test my children's mastery of each subject.   These conversations can be challenging, to say the least.  However, if the person I'm talking to is clearly open to the idea of unschooling, we might get into a fantastic conversation about how kids learn and the value of play and connection.  But, of course, when someone just asks a question like that, I'm not sure how to answer.  So, last night, I took a deep breath and explained to him that I really didn't use a curriculum and that I adjusted the subject matter to whichever kid had an interest in that subject.  His response?  I'm just wondering what you use because your kids are so utterly amazing and bubbly and wonderful!  Whatever you are doing, you should do more of it!  (Phew!  Off the hook!)

Here's the truth.  Kids learn about life by living life. They learn about loving by being loved.  They learn about respect by being respected.  Nothing in the whole world is so utterly simple and so incredibly challenging as trusting a child to do what they need to do.  This trust is the root of everything we do with our kids.  I wish I could say I'm perfect at it--that I have let go of all desire to control my kids and that we meet each other's needs as a family in harmony everyday...but I would be lying.  The truth is that we are a large family and we fight, we get sick, we get tired, we get on each other's nerves.  I find, however, that because we base everything we do on this deep rooted trust in our children, we are pretty quick to find forgiveness, patience, love, laughter, play, pretend, joy, adventure, games...you know, the good stuff.  Chris and I are letting go a little more each day, digging a little deeper into the partnership paradigm with our children.  Yes, we were both raised differently and yes, we turned out pretty well (if I do say so myself!), but there is something to be said for Gandhi's challenge to be the change you wish to see in the world.  If I want a world of freedom and joy, I must provide that for my children.  Along the way they will learn their multiplication tables (if they want to) and they will learn the difference between your and you're (because they WILL want to learn that!).  How do I know this?  I trust them.  The challenge for us is to be the change we wish to see in our children.  We are still working on that.

Life Rocks!

I recently returned from a trip to NH to attend the Life Rocks Radical Unschooling conference.  It was an amazing experience!  Being around like-minded people for a week to share stories of this life we are building was incredible.  It was so refreshing to breathe in the love, passion, and excitement that everyone there shared for living a peaceful, joyful life with their kids.  We are home now, eager to step even deeper into this world of partnership parenting.

Highlights:

Meeting up with like-minded moms every morning at 8am!  The discussions we had over food freedom, media freedom, and living peacefully with our children were truly awesome.  I can't wait to attend this group again next year!

Watching how quickly Megan found like-minded friends and just played and played.  I didn't see much of her for the time we were there, but each time I saw her, she was beaming!

The water park.   

The sessions that reinforced the reasons we have kept our kids out of school until they are ready to choose that path for themselves (or not).  I love the freedom we have as a family and I love that my kids are in charge of their own futures.

The entertainment--nerf wars, pirates, sword swallowing...you name it, they had it.  The kids LOVED it.  (Oh, and a TV in the bedroom that had the Red Sox on every night...you can guess who loved that part!)

All in all, a wonderful conference that left us with lots to think about.  I can't wait for next year!

 Evan sleeping with his Red Sox hat on...not sure he has taken that off since opening day!

 Erin was in her element during the Nerf Gun war.  Evan was thrilled with just being in a big crowd of kids who would fall over when he shot them.

 Spectators on a beautiful day!

Evan has told everyone that there was a real pirate at the conference...now you know it is true!

(I know there aren't any pictures of Megan up here, but like I said, I hardly saw her!  She was off with her friends the whole time!)

100 Days

100 Days*!! Today, in the pouring rain with my daughter riding her bike beside me, I completed a challenge I set for myself at the beginning of the year. For the past 100 days I have run/walked (mostly run!) a minimum of one mile EVERY SINGLE DAY. I haven't missed one.  Why? Because I have crazy friends (I won't mention you here, Lauri and Jen, don't worry, your secret is safe with me!) and I figured if they could do it, I could do it. So I did.  Yes, the past 100 days have included sickness (me and my kids), travel (running in the White Mountains of NH is all uphill...all of it.  Even the downhill parts), single parenting, crazy schedules, early mornings and late nights.  And it was all totally worth it. 

It has been a wonderful 100 days and I can't wait to expand my training a bit to include biking and swimming as I train for the next challenge I recently put on my plate.  But for now, I'm basking in the glow of this accomplishment with a smile on my face and a bowl of ice cream in my hands.  And know what I'll do tomorrow morning??  I'll probably go for a run....

   

My kids made a 100 day banner for me and were waiting for me at the end of my run this morning. 

*Yes, I realize it is only the 99th day of the year, but I started my challenge on December 31st so while everyone else who did this challenge has one more day to go, I'm basking today.  Life is good!

10 years!

A decade.  That is how long I have been a parent.  Can you believe it??  Me neither.  I cannot believe what changes have happened in my life in the past 10 years.  When I was pregnant with Erin, I was planning to breastfeed her for 6-10 weeks (yes, that was weeks), go back to work and never look back.  You know, modern woman and all that.  HA!!  What things we learn and journeys we take when we open our hearts to the amazing love of a child and the world of being a Mom!  And now look at us--look at my family and my path and look at the wonderful things my journey has taught me.  I can never describe what it is like to be the mom to this kid--this amazing, gifted, moody, sarcastic, joyful, true-to-herself, Lego-obsessed, boy-clothes-wearing, tree-climbing, happy, loving, kind, fabulous kid.  Happy Birthday, Erin, I can't wait to see what the next 10 years will bring!!

This is Erin right after her Polar Bear Plunge on January 1st. She was cold but happy!

2 Years

Evan's birthday marked another anniversary for our family, one that is not so joyous.  It has been two years since Amy's passing.  Two years of not hearing her voice, not seeing her smile, or watching her play with my kids.  There have been so many times in the past two years that I would stand in my kitchen, phone in hand, just wanting to call her about my day.  Of course I could easily punch out her phone number and I can hear her answering machine clearly.  I've reached out a few times to other friends from college, just to maintain some type of connection to that part of my life and, by extension, to Amy.  It isn't the same, but it will do.  (Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have reconnected with some of my old college friends!  Truly grateful!)  I'm not sure what else to write about this, other than I did not want this anniversary to pass unnoticed.  Amy, I miss you tremendously.  It really is that simple.

Four Years Old!!!

It is virtually impossible for me to describe what it felt like, 4 years ago, to wrap my arms around a living, breathing, perfect little boy. The child who would never have been, the baby we never dared believe would make it into this world, the miracle we needed more than anything...this was all wrapped up in an 8lb, 1oz warm, squirming bundle and placed on my chest that cold, snowy night 4 years ago.

As this blond-haired, blue-eyed little guy grows, he continues to charm all who meet him. We are so in awe of this little guy and so lucky he has joined our family. Happy Birthday, Evan!