Archive for August, 2011

Hey everyone! Sorry I have not been on in a while – I see Mama Rose has not filled you in on why I mysteriously disappeared, so allow me to clear the air. I recently went on a homeschooling vision quest where I reconnected with my inner child, and through an intensive re-developmental process that involved an obscene amount of baby food and crying for my mommy, I have subsequently had my eyes opened to the secrets of optimized developmental teaching. It was a wild ride, but I am happy to announce I am valiantly returning with all, yes, count them, ALL of the answers to the fool proof way to home school/teach your kids.

Ok, the truth is I went backpacking in the Smokey Mountains for three days and then returned to prepare, pack, and depart for our trip to Canada, BUT, Mama Rose and I have definitely had some fantastic realizations about how to teach our kids.

I want to echo my thoughts on Mama Rose’s post regarding the revelation of how to teach reading skills to Ladybug Girl. I think that one of the biggest fears for parents who want to teach their kids these skills is the fear of doing it wrong. Many times when we are faced with the overwhelming task of teaching our kids the fundamentals of reading, for example, we often go and over-think the entire process.

Kids are naturally curious and have a hunger to understand how things work. As the parent/teacher, we desire to maximize this trait by breaking down, over defining, over explaining, and generally end up making the entire process as boring as humanly possible. Then your child, head spinning, says to themselves, “What the heck is Daddy talking about? These letters can’t make up their mind on what they want to sound like. I just wanted to know more about ‘One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.’”

The fundamentals of what my Aunt Kathy teaches is to understand how a story works, understand how a story sounds, and more importantly understand how fun a story can be. We get so wrapped up in the details that we miss the forest for the trees, and often times give up, because the beauty of the story has been phonetically stripped from the page.

My way to combat this is pretty simply. Live. Appreciate the story, celebrate the beauty, enjoy the process, ask questions! I think that it has become fairly epidemic in our culture to strip down the learning process into tiny confusing details we end up trying to memorize, all in the name of having a better understanding. The result is we over-complicate a process that I am confident will be learned/discovered through natural curiosity and creativity, something that I am sad to report, seems to be in short supply.

So in closing, throw away your flash cards, grab a book, and read. Talk about how the words relate to the pictures, how the story flows, and how beautiful the story is. You might find that the appreciation for the story teaches us more then we could ever imagine.

On the first day of our three-week road trip to Canada, we stayed at Papa Gray’s Aunt and Uncles’ house in Lebanon KY.  I had the pleasure of talking with his Aunt Kathy, who is a “reading recovery teacher”.  After 31 years in various teaching roles for elementary students, she rocked my world about reading.

Since I have a brilliant 4-year-old (I may be biased), reading has been more present in my mind lately, as she is learning the sounds of letters and has shown a major interest in learning to read.  The other day, she came in with a sheet of paper that said “mama” on it – I had no idea she even knew how!

We have always been big readers, and Ladybug Girl has an amazing knack for picking up anything that is in a rhyming format – she can finish the word on books she’s never read before if it’s a rhyme – just by checking out the pictures and filling in the rhythm.  She’s my “lyrics queen” – and, if I teach her by singing, she can remember it easily.

So now that reading is becoming more of a priority for us, I’ve been preparing for bringing out the flashcards and the lesson plans to start memorizing and learning the phonetics for the words… but maybe I’ve been laying the groundwork all along.

In talking with Kathy, I asked her what we could do, and she said when they work with children, they ask 3 questions “Does it sound right?  Does it look right? Does it make sense?”  The focus of reading, according to a veteran teacher of over thirty years, isn’t about the words.  It’s about the story.

That completely hit me.  She’s so right!  Sometimes children start regressing with reading, or losing their interest, and the issue ends up being that they’ve hit a block – they are hitting words they don’t know.  When children learn words by sight…it’s great that they understand the words, but can a teacher/parent really teach every single word by sight?  Eventually they will run across words that don’t work.

What about phonetics?  Just sound it all out!  “Ska – ka- ya” may be Sky, but it just doesn’t work that way.  If a child doesn’t know the word “sky” by sight, and can’t make it work phonetically, then what is left?  “The bird, she will fly – high in the ___”  Some children will be lost because they have not learned to connect the words in context.  The meaning is more important than knowing the specific word.  You have to learn to read within a story – pulling context clues, seeing similar words/concepts in other books and carrying it over, and fully grasping the meaning of it all.

Interestingly enough, this goes along perfect with my concept of education – I don’t want my children to merely memorize the words and letters – I want them to know the meaning – the significance – the context of how it applies to life.  To read is to open the door to a world of opportunity, and it’s not about the actual letters – it’s about the beautiful story it creates.

And…the best way to teach your children to read? Pull them up in your lap and read a book together – I can guarantee you they will get way more out of that than simply learning to spell.

 

This is a previous post that has been playing in my mind lately…thought it would be a good time to come back to it…
 

Security comes to your child by more than just a blanket. Although our kids may cling to their favorite lovey or toy, the real security comes from you, their parent. And it’s not just by hugs and kisses on boo-boos, but by boundaries. Boundaries, you say? How can I be loving to my kid by saying “no, no, no”? I say you can be firm in where you stand, be strict in what is necessary, and end up having a “yes, yes, yes” world for your child.
Let me explain. Imagine you are stranded in the middle of the ocean with no land in site—it’s a scary thought. A vast sea is overwhelming to anyone, much less a small child where the world is huge anyway. Think about all the dangers, possibilities, opportunities, and curiosities there are to explore in this world. It’s daunting and overwhelming…about like trying to find a needle in a haystack (or a box of cereal in the cereal aisle). But a small bathtub is a world of fun. In a bathtub, your child can be in charge of her own sea—from one end to the other. She knows what’s all around her—she knows where the water comes from, she knows who is sitting by the side of the bathtub while she plays.
When you have a toddler who is learning independence, the world is even more of a daunting ocean—your child needs you for assurance. If I walk out of mommy’s sight, what will happen? If I throw the cup on the floor, does it disappear? If I hit daddy, is it funny? If I don’t want to go, will Mommy leave me?
Think about that last question. How many times do you play a trick on your child with reverse psychology?
“I don’t want to go!’
“Okay, fine, bye!”
Which then proceeds to a melt-down of:
“Don’t leave me!”
Will you really leave him? Can you reasonably leave a child in the middle of a crowded store? What lesson does it teach him? If I have a different opinion from Mom, and she doesn’t like it, she’s gone. What security does that instill? Instead if they know what their choices are, and the consequences that come from those choices, they in essence have a “fence” of security…much like being able to see the walls of the bathtub. Mommy makes the boundary and I’m in control of the choices I make inside it.
Security is in knowing what is allowed and what isn’t. Your child can have the world…but can they handle it? That is where you come in. You help monitor that world a little at a time. You allow them to play loose in the yard, knowing they can go anywhere in the yard within the boundaries you laid out with them. They are king of their universe…and you are the castle they come home to. You see, the more you help them lay out what is allowed and what isn’t, the more you are able to say “yes!” to their world. They know not to touch the outlets or hit their sister. They also know that their playroom is their domain and the back yard is subject to all the exploration they want.
Security comes by loving your child enough to be firm in your rules, even when they are not loving back to you. Security is knowing your little girl won’t run out in the street because she knows the consequence—it’s the same consequence you’ve given her every time. Security is your little boy knowing he is in control of whether he has a grumpy day or a happy day (remember only YOU are in charge of your attitude!), and no matter whether he likes it or not, you will NOT leave without him. He can choose whether he’ll be happy about that. Security is your child knowing that you expect respect because you give THEM respect. It’s being firm in where you stand, but always stopping to truly listen to what they feel. “There are two lasting gifts you can give your children—one is roots, the other, wings.” Give them the foundation—the rules, the consequences, and your unconditional love, no matter whether they decide to break the rules or follow them. Then give them wings to explore their world—to say yes five times more than you need to say no—to only say no when absolutely necessary (and be prepared to stand firm), and say yes to all the days in the mud, the days of dressing herself, and the moments when they truly ARE superman.
She’ll outgrow her favorite teddy bear. He’ll hang up his blanket cape. But they will always have their security in you—make it count!

Why am I laughing? Because I've run out of pictures, PapaGray is gone, and this is all she wrote.

First, I will make an official apology.  We have done the blogger faux-paus.  We start a site, we blog on Saturdays, and then POOF.  Two Saturdays in a row, no blogging!

Our excuse?  Planning a family vacation to Canada, great developments, teleseminars and a live event with 48 Days, and kids.  We have two.  That means double the brain loss.  Double the chaos.  And double the excuses (yikes).

Bottom line, we dropped the ball.  I’m home alone this weekend while Papa Gray is camping in the Smokey’s with his brothers (literally and figuratively), reflecting on the last days of bachelor-hood for one of them.

While he’s gone, it’s my turn to reflect…this website – we jumped the gun – we hopped on board, ready to dive into this “alternative schooling” world, not comfortable calling it “homeschool” but  definitely think it far from institutional… so why are we doing this so soon?  Technically, we don’t have to lift a finger on schooling until our oldest is 6.  That’s two years from now!

Well here you go.  This is why: My child doesn’t start learning at six.  Shockingly enough, she’s been learning since the moment she was born.  Recently my mother and my mother-in-law both took Ladybug Girl for a day each to teach her art – she learned to draw in two ways – by simply creating a masterpiece on a box, and a detailed step-by-step on how a snail is made.

I have to say, I’m pretty proud of her.  She’s become a true artiste’ because of these two wonderful grandmothers.  She’s careful, detailed, creative… and the amount of depth she’s learning – way beyond mere paint colors – is incredible.  She knows how to mix and get another color, but she also is learning spatial reasoning, what things are concrete (a piece of grass is a piece of grass) or flexible (but that piece of grass can very well morph into a pirate ship in my mind).  She’s learning about her emotions, and how art will match her mood (wild and crazy or methodical and ornate).  She’s learning how a finished product is a process and doesn’t just appear immediately…hmm, much like life.

So much of what my girl is learning today is crucial not just as an art class but in life skills and connecting this passion she has with application throughout her day.

I promise we’ll cover nitty-gritty details like curriculum and laws, but we’re learning as we grow here, so cut us some slack.  It’s coming, it’s coming!

There have been lots of articles lately about raising genderless children and defying gender stereotypes, etc., etc.  When I looked into it and read about Storm and “Pop”, I had to wonder what the point of it all was.  I understand wanting to be non-conformist.  I understand wanting to raise your children outside of the box.  I understand wanting to give my children the opportunity to be anything they want to be.   But, like it or not, this world is in our face.  It’s not just my little family and me.  It’s a wild world full of judgement, misunderstanding, expectations, and ridicule.  It’s a world wrapped up in stereotypes and people trying to fight it or getting lost in it.

I don’t know if denying a stereotype is any better than embracing it – my girls love being princesses and playing dress-up.   My oldest doesn’t like “Cars” because it’s a “boy movie.”  She likes pink and purple, but also green and yellow.  My youngest can be rough and aggressive and loud.  They love to play in the dirt, finding worms and bugs to hold.  They get to pick out their clothes most of the time and may choose cowboy boots or sparkle shoes, and, although they gravitate toward feminine things, their love of toys and “cool” stuff shows no gender bias, I promise.  They get just as fascinated about water and a stick, and I’m pretty sure those can be neutral items.   I let my kids do what they want across genders, same as these other families do…mine don’t defy the norm too much, though.  So…I guess they’ve succumbed to the stereotype.

They spend all day creating their own worlds where they are capable of anything.  It seems to me that, maybe, it’s not about denying a child their gender at all.  Ultimately, these parents and I want the same thing – an environment that allows their children to explore and embrace life to its fullest.  I just happen to think that embracing life and possibility includes embracing all you are as an individual…gender included.

No parent has the perfect answer.  There is no “right” way to raise a child.  We can easily point fingers at the “wrong” ways, and I’m just as guilty of this as the next.  I guess I’d rather shift my focus on what is and what will be.

What is:

I have two beautiful girls.  They exemplify, to me, purity and innocence, brilliance and excitement, femininity and empowerment, confidence and growth.  They are female, through and through.  This in no way limits them – this is a part of who they are – like their name and their family, it just is.  “Female” doesn’t mean pink and submissive.  Technically, “female” means, quite literally, the genetic makeup and ability to produce offspring.  My impression of “female” is positive – it can be anything you want it to be.  We can bear children and men can’t.  This is a fact.  However else we define it is our prerogative, and denying the word honestly would merely deny the genetic definition.

The point of staying genderless has to be about denying the assumptions of others; that girls love princesses and boys are rough and wild.  However, I’ve seen many kids (including my own) that have been perfectly comfortable in the opposing stereotype with certain behaviors.  Some children are aggressive, some aren’t.  Some children are loud, others aren’t.   When people see my wild child running around, they don’t throw up their hands in shock because it’s a girl.  They laugh at my strong-willed, confident, friend-to-everyone little snugglepuppy.  Her behavior isn’t based on being female.  It’s her personality.  It’s who she just…is.

What will be:

I will raise two beautiful women (inside and out).  They will grow to embrace all that makes them uniquely them.  They will know the power they have as females, both the negative and the positive.  I will teach them how their femininity is something that is to be respected, by themselves and by everyone else.  It is a powerful thing that is more than merely sexual.  They are not objects, they are not trophies, and they are not insignificant.  They play an important role in this world, and their gender is a part of it.  One day they may become wives and mothers.  They may become doctors or activists.  They may become the first female to accomplish something that is dominated by males.  Who they are is significant – every part of them – including their gender.

I never thought I’d raise “girly-girls”, and I’m loving everything about them – they are influenced by the outside world, I know.  Their love of dress-up and all things feminine is largely because that’s what they are exposed to at every princess party we get invited to.  I think, ultimately, these parents raising their kids genderless aren’t that different from me in wanting to fight the pressures of the world to make their kids into something that may not fit them.  Where we differ is our understanding of what is rooted deeply in them – for me, identity can’t be neutral – identity is something that we’re always seeking and becoming more concrete in – and it includes gender.

People will make assumptions and stereotypes no matter what I do.  My daughter’s friends are going to be all variations of the gender stereotype – we’ve been to both princess and superhero parties – the birthday cake was enjoyed just the same.  Denying gender just sets up the assumption that it’s the “weird kid” or the “crazy family” and all the other horrible accusations that have been made about them.  Unfortunately, I feel that some parents’ desire to give their children the world with no gender bias has instead set them apart as outcasts or enemies of the world.

I could go deep into the ideas surrounding gender and stereotypes, but suffice it to say, I’m proud of my two little girls – the stereotypical things they embrace and also the knowledge that they are learning every day that they are free to be who they are – even if it doesn’t fit the stereotype.  My girls are already powerful beyond measure.  I’m excited to take this journey with them.