Back to School

Ready or not, here we go! Actually we are very ready here. August is the beginning of my favorite time of year. It is so full of promise and excitement. We start with Back to School and march right into changing colors and fall festivals, pilgrims and turkey, and then Christmas prep. There is a momentum that builds steadily from now til the new year. It is a golden season indeed.

My earliest memories of Back to School prep are highly sensory. I remember the smell of new erasers and crayons quite vividly.  Those erasers were flawless when first acquired and it was always a bit disappointing to see them get stubby later. Number 2 pencils were on the list as well though I would discover later that both harder and softer leads would create more satisfying sketches. I am still a purist though – I prefer school pencils painted yellow and everyone knows erasers must be pink. : ) Though I was not graced with an abundance of organizational skills as a child I was very visual and early on began to color coordinate notebooks, folders and book jackets for each subject.

Now I am the teacher and Back to School prep has taken on a whole new dimension. I still like the way new erasers smell, but our shopping list is much expanded. Instead of folders and spiral notebooks we have binders and sketchbooks. Instead of construction paper we have acid-free cardstock. Stockmar replaces Crayola.   Though there is a rush when the man in the brown truck arrives, it is not just about the "stuff". It is about the promise.

Like many many summers that have come before, we enter August with several weeks, months in fact, of research and prayer under our belts. We have thought long and hard about the previous year. We have reflected upon what went especially well and what needs extra attention. We have smiled over our successes and have noted with regret those things that we didn’t get to as often as we would have liked.

For the homeschool mom August is our new year, complete with resolutions. Mine echo Robert Fulghum’s. This year I resolve to "think some and learn some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some".  This figures into our schedule in a big way. 

I recently picked up an inspiring book called Living Artfully by Sandra Magsamen. I immediately began marking it up with notes and little stars and it played into my school planning in a big way. At some point in the journey from  small people to larger we tend to change from drawing/painting/singing people to fretting/cleaning/fussing people. We do less singing and more muttering. At some point in the homeschool journey  we often stop dancing and start rushing. Serendipity and joy are replaced with plotting and second guessing. My hope is that by using art as a medium for other studies we can help counter those tendencies.

So – plans?  I am a big picture planner. I plan for us to be immersed in good lit. I plan to hit the core subjects responsibly everyday. I plan for them to learn by doing. I plan to learn with the children. Planning is almost addictive in its own way too however and I "plan" to not be sucked into endless hours on the internet looking for yet another unit study or printable. There are incredible resources but there is a fine line between planning and escapism and too often we homeschool moms find ourselves on the wrong side of it. Instead I will focus on the old standbys which have sustained us through the years, many of which are on the sidebars here so I won’t take up space describing them all.

This year we are scratching cleverly devised preprinted notebook pages in favor of hand drawn narrations. There are so many wonderful premade pages and resources to make them. I soooo do not want to be tied to a screen this year though. I hope to have the children write something everyday about what they have learned. By hand. With no screens buzzing, no worries about ink running out or cpus freezing up. Just us and our materials.  We will use the Avilian notebooking system to corral whatever combination of papers we have in the different subjects and bind them when the week is over.

Music will continue to be a major consideration in our schedule. For years now we have had background music wafting from the living room for the better part of our days as many of you know when you call me. : ) I am not sure what I will do when the last player leaves home!

Waldorf resources are a noteworthy addition to our homeschool this year. I am not an anthroposophist, though I was one long ago and far away. I rejected that theology and, to some extent, the accompanying art and rhythm was cast out as well.  With a whole new bunch of eager students, however, I find I miss the mom I used to be. I have spent the summer rediscovering my inner ‘hippie chick’ I guess lol! This year is about reclaiming what was good  while substituting what for us was not workable ideologically. I am especially enjoying the Oak Meadow Home Teaching Process Manual which reminds you to step back and reflect regularly. It helps teacher and student to achieve harmony and avoid conflict, not by releasing either from their responsibility but by fostering mutual respect. This works for us. The Waldorf Homeschoolers site is chock full of resources to help flesh out the ideals. I prefer this site to investing in packaged curricula which may need extensive investment and extensive discernment.

The mainstays of Waldorf Education were already present in our homeschool but adapted to our faith and family:

Rhythm – you have heard me say it if you are a regular visitor. Its not so much schedule as it is flow. While factory-like planning is neither necessary nor desirable children do thrive on routine. Knowing what comes next and when is reassuring to all of us.

Festivals – we are a liturgical faith and our year is built around a calendar of recurring feasts and fasts.

Heads, Hearts, and Hands – I mentioned this one. Arts based learning brings meaning and engages the learner on deeper levels than seat work alone could.

Block study – really another name for unit studies. Though in our family it is not just about studying one thing for a concentrated amount of time. It is also about integrating all the students into that study on their own levels. I don’t subscribe to the scientific/mystical effects of teaching Old Testament tales at 9 or fables at 7. In my opinion teaching is still more art than science and children are much more flexible than that.

Media/Materials – as with Montessori, electronic media and manmade materials are discouraged in childhood. I would go further and suggest that they don’t do much for adults either.

Making books – Waldorf schools (again – as with Montessori schools) eschew textbooks in favor of children creating their own keepsake notebooks called main lesson books. Say no more. We have long been sold on this idea. 

Nature Study – A Charlotte Mason favorite as well.

Montessori is still as near and dear to my heart as ever. I am taking Karen Tyler’s Montessori Album class online and her albums will keep the preschoolers busy learning and honing their skills. Her grace and courtesy lessons are especially wonderful and will assure that we cover things like blowing one’s nose discreetly. <g>

We are also doing preschool co-op on Fridays which the little ones are so looking forward to. This year we are focusing on letters and numbers and pulling some resources from the Alphabuddies and Letter of the Week sites.  We plan to use lots of alphabet books like the Alphabet Book of Saints, The Butterfly Alphabet, and Animalia. We are incorporating stories about numbers and letters – such as the The Three Little Pigs (3)and Jamberry (J).  Each week the children will draw their letter or number, illustrate it with something from the story, and create their own books. I will likely be posting links to our "Friday Funschool" activities on this blog so the other co-op moms can expand upon them at home.

Lest this all sound a bit too rosy let me assure you, our life has a multitude of challenges. A MULTITUDE. This year in particular. There is no easy button. Why then add more to the plate by way of time-consuming arts? As Sandra says, it isn’t about "adding on, but about adding meaning to – to anything and everything you do".   We can take moments to make something meaningful or find our lives full of meaningless activity.  When moments are hard to come by it is even more important to make each of them count.

So there you have it. My edu-vision for the coming school year. We are committing it all to prayer because we know in our hearts we can do nothing by ourselves. With the grace of God however we hope that we can make something beautiful of our year.

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"I love the mountains

I love the rolling hills

I love the green grass

I love the daffodils…"

We spent several days in Aspen last week and oh did we enjoy it! It has officially taken first place on my list of favorite spots on the planet. I will post more pics soon…

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Loveliness of Back to School

On Monday Aug. 20 we are hosting the Living Lives of Loveliness Fair. This fair focuses on the Loveliness of Back to School Supplies and Lesson Planning. Whether you are a detailed daily planner or a serendipity driven homeschooler we would love to get a peek into your "office" this month!  What is on your school shopping list? How do you envision your days this year? What worked well last year and what will you be doing differently? What are the old standby’s your family returns to over again? Are you a Montessori mom? A CM-er? A unit study family?  A traditional bunch?  Unschoolers? No two families are alike and no two homeschools either. It will be a treat to see what your family will be up to!

Please send your posts to me at kimallenf@elpasotel.net by Sunday Aug. 19 if possible. I will compile and post with the Ranch Hands’ plans on that Monday morning.

First Holy Communion

Sunday was a big day for Aidan. He finally made his First Holy Communion.  It was his FHC but his second attempt. The Sunday before the WI trip was the official day for he and his friends but the night before he starting running a fever and feeling nauseous. By the time he reached the church there was no more wondering. He about passed out in the pew. His temp. had spiked to 102.7    Germs.  They are no respecters of persons or plans. I have been testing out this theory for some time now and am pretty certain children only get sick on major holidays, feastdays, vacation, relocation, and who can forget the most definite time – when Dad is out of town.

Anyhoo, we had him wait then until we returned and could receive as a family. It turned out to be perfect. Here are some highlights of the younger set:

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The Good Stuff is in the Sink

This article makes me smile and nod in agreement. There was a time when I abslutely hated housework. It become clear to me that it was a necessary evil however and I developed a sort of grudging acceptance. That step helped me to get started but every inch of the job was spent longing to be finished and get to the "good stuff".  I can honestly say I enjoy my work these days.  I haven’t really been able to articulate that monumental change in my life until I read the linked article.

My days can be demanding and occasionally boring and sometimes downright bizarre.  Life with small children and teenagers is like that. : )  For all its challenges it is real, however. It is sustaining. It is what life is made of, if you are fortunate enough to have a home and lots of people to share it with, and learning to embrace that has made a huge difference.

I am floored

Seriously. : )

I guess I am telling this story backwards, but I am starting the WI trip update with the tale of our return.  The most noteworthy item in our travels was that we made it all the way to WI and nearly all the way back with nary a mishap.  Not a wrong turn in the mix! Not til we got within 30 mi of home.  Somehow I missed our crossroad and just kept on trucking about 20 min further south.  Ah well. What is that saying? Blessed is the woman who can laugh at herself, for she shall always be amused. <g>  The only real problem with the missed turn was the little boys were anxiously waiting in front of the house and had to be brought in to wait so that was disappointing for them.

We finally rolled in, exhausted, around 9 Sunday night. I was surprised that the lawn hadn’t been mowed.  Allen is usually very vigilant about lawn mowing when we have company coming. He was very um, smiley, though. Actually they all were. We walked into the sunroom and I saw the last of the old bookcases from the living room. You may recall the bookshelf/living room/family room/remodeling saga that started last fall.  Or not. <g> I may far overestimate the interest of the general public in our little domestic dramas lol!  Anyhoo I was very pleased to see them because that meant Colin had moved all the books out. When I walked in the house it smelled really odd however. Much like old attic. I couldn’t place it but it was undeniable. Still the kitchen was very clean and dinner was waiting for us. We got ready to eat and Allen said hold on, follow me.  We walked down the hall and as I was puzzling about the sawdust-y smell we turned into the living room where…. (insert drumroll please)

MY HUSBAND HAD REFINISHED THE FLOOR!!!   

On my stars, you have no idea how giddy I was with joy! Gone was the old off-white carpet that bore striking resemblence to a Dalmation. A Dalmation with a fondness for mudpies.  In its place were gleaming wood floors. Well gleaming laminate floors, but hey they are stunning. They give the room a whole new look and are soooooo much easier to clean. And now they match the rest of the downstairs main rooms and hall.

It was no small feat for Allen and Colin to accomplish. They were the only two "big" people home and Colin is in a wheelchair so they had to work nights and naptimes. They had to be innovative too since Colin couldn’t lift and carry. They managed to rip up and roll the old carpeting, for instance, but then got stuck with removing it. In the end they pushed one part through the window, hooked it to the truck, and pulled it to the dumpster on the other side of the house. Where there is a will there is a way. : )

They completely and utterly took me by surprise and couldn’t have been happier about it.  It was such a blessing! It was a convicting lesson about contentment for me as well, though Allen could not have known that. In the past few weeks I had watched Alice’s flooring project unfold with admiration. I had so longed for my own re-do but knew it had to wait. Another friend had a pending floor job but it was on hold temporarily. We had surfed the net together for a beautiful area rug. Again, I thought gee, a nice big rug might help a lot.  That didn’t seem to be in the cards either though. I had two choices at that point: envy and resentment or peaceful surrender.  I chose the latter.

I was a bit embarassed about bringing my mother into the house with the stained carpeting but figured we would clean it up as best we could and it just was what it was. It would all come in good time and heck, it is NOT a bad way to suffer, lets face it. It’s a little bitty thing in the whole big picture. And then,out of the blue, there was this gift of time and treasure, all the more wonderful because I didn’t ask, I didn’t badger. Instead, my dear men had plotted and toiled to make it a beautiful surprise. Thank you! I will remember every time I walk into that room.

My new camera needs a cord and we have to transfer all our pics to CD offsite so pics of the floor will be coming later. Suffice it to say, I love it. : )

Shop Hopping in Wisconsin

I am only online in snatches this week since I brought my mother back from WI with us and we have a full schedule this week and next.  I did want to quickly share some highlights from our trip which went very well.

Our first outing in WI was to Cedarburg, a small historic town near Lake Michigan which has a lovely shopping district. I snapped pics as we shopped so you could enjoy too. : )   Lots of inspiration here!

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