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Social Skills and Online Gaming

I have a child with social anxiety.

A good friend of mine made the observation years ago when he was about 5 years old.

I knew my child had anxiety and showed signs from an even earlier age of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, like his older sister. I knew he got overwhelmed in group situations and thought he would outgrow this as he got older.

When he turned 6, I witnessed his social anxiety becoming worse rather than improving like I had expected.

My oldest child did not have anxiety around people at a young age but had no real interest in his same age peers until he turned 6. At 6, he became social, interested in playing with other kids and leaving my side to do so.

I figured my youngest would be ready for more interactions with his peers by age 6 or so.

Instead, his anxiety grew.

We sought a variety of help for him in a variety of sources.

His OCD became more pronounced as well and we realized he was not just copying his older sister’s behavior and that he truly did suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and needed treatment for that. We also got him enrolled in pediatric Occupational Therapy to help his sensory integration issues along with his anxiety.

Despite all of these efforts with continued therapy with the OCD specialist as well as attending OT weekly along with diet changes and a host of other alternative modalities, his social anxiety still created big challenges for an almost 8 year old child who really wanted more friends but struggled with interacting with new kids.

I am always looking to other unschoolers for ideas an inspirations. I have been on this home/unschooling journey for many years but always seek ideas, support and inspiration from others along the journey. It is a continual process of figuring out what works best for my children.

I saw unschooling parents of teens posting about looking for other teens to play Minecraft online.

Light bulb!

My son enjoyed Minecraft and my oldest was able to set him up with a private server where only people you invite can join you online for groupMinecraft play. After talking to my son about it, I posted a message to the unschooling list, one where I had recently met many people after attending 2 different unschooling events.

The first person to respond was someone I had roomed with at The Unschooling Summit in NY state in April of 2016. We had not met before the summit but both of us were looking to share room costs to attend the summit. I traveled from NC and she from Ohio and We met in NY state at the summit and enjoyed each other’s company. We talked about our children. I never realized her oldest daughter and my youngest son would someday become best friends.

My son and her daughter began playing on the private Minecraft server together just after Christmas in December of 2016- January 2017. They played for hours at a time nearly every day and got along wonderfully!

After a week or so, they had their first fight, disagreement, argument. I can not recall the first one, but over time, these disagreements became the biggest learning opportunity for my son. We had discussions and helped him with navigating “social skills” with interacting with his friend. We listened to his feelings and frustrations. We guided him in hearing her feelings and frustrations. We facilitated conflict resolution and negotiations, something that became even more important when other people joined on the private server.

My son turned 8 in early January of 2017 and for the first time in his life, he had a really good friend who was a lot like him and who he could spend countless hours of time with, online and with skype and FaceTime.

Both of these children are very intense and feel deeply. There were many conservations that began with…

“She is not my friend anymore!”

Or…

“I don’t think she will ever want to be my friend again!”

I texted with the mom, my friend, and we shared information about our children and how we were guiding them and assisting them in navigating this online friendship. Over time, I began to see how much this online friendship and online game play was really helping my son learn social skills and learn what it means to be a friend and to have a best friend.

I recall asking my son last winter, when the friendship was new, “would it be fun to meet her in person?”

His reply at that time was,

“What would we do?”

Having an online gaming friendship, I suppose he could not imagine what they would do in person with each other since all they had ever done was online gaming.

Now, here we are over a year later, and this friendship has grown so much. She even attended his 9th birthday party via skype on the iPad.

My son has also been attending a twice monthly local game day at a local game store. I have seen his ability to interact with other children at the game day improve and his confidence grow. I attribute most of his improvements to his online friendship. A few local friends also have joined in on the online gaming with his long distance friend. And navigating online interaction with a small group has helped him dealing with conflict with a group of people, and juggling different personalities and different ideas and interests.

Now we are going to meet up with his online friend in person at an Unschooling event. He is now very excited about meeting his new friend in person and attending this conference with a friend. We attended our first family unschooling conference in September of 2016 but it was a struggle for my youngest to interact with the other kids his age. His OCD was flaring severely at the time and so he was in a very difficult place for the conference. Now, he is in a better place. We have done a lot to help his OCD as well including him starting on medication, same medication that greatly helped his sister and doing work with the therapist who specialized in OCD therapy. With the improvements in his OCD, I have also seen improvements in his social anxiety. And having this online friendship has given him a safe opportunity to practice the social skills needed to build and maintain a friendship.

He spends many hours with her online and over Skype and so when he doesn’t use his headphones, it is like his online friends are right here in our home as we here them interact. Yesterday, we had to go on errands, take his sister to theater and go to the store. He took his “old iPhone” that only has internet with WiFi- or connecting to my hotspot. He chatted with his friend over the iPhone while we shopped at Aldi. He had on earbuds, that kept falling out of his small ears, he forgot to bring his awesome gaming headphones he had gotten for Christmas.

Here we are walking around Aldi, me shopping and getting items I needed quickly while my daughter was in theater and here is my 9 year old son with earbuds carrying his iPhone and having a sophisticated conversation with his friend as we walked all around the store. I chuckled to myself as I saw people look at him, looking like a small business man on his phone in a public place. I imagined what people were thinking and thought of saying something once or twice but instead choose not to and quietly enjoyed the experience by myself. I reminded him a few times to lower his voice, with headphones or earbuds, he usually doesn’t realize how loud he talks and he has a very loud voice. When we fist entered the store, I worried about what other people would think and would his talking be disruptive. But I only worried that for a second, realizing it doesn’t matter what other people think. ,People, Adults, talk all the time on their phones while shopping and in public places, so why couldn’t my son do the same. We had to be out of the house for several hours to run errands and take his sister to an event, why couldn’t’ he interact with his friend while we did these things. I smiled to myself remembering how much this 9 year old used to struggle with social situations, and how he used to tell me with strong emotions how he just wanted some friends.

He has come such a long way in a year and I know both his OCD therapist, and OT along with medication and the other modalities and choices we have made (including Tae Kwon Do, which I will save for another post) to improve his health have played a part.

Yet, i give much credit to his growth in social skills to this online friendship and the opportunity it provided us to guide him and help him learn the skills he needed to build a lasting friendship.

I took my son to a homeschool group hike meet up last week. This is something we have done in the past but a big group of mostly people he has never met was never a good fit for him. My son loves hikes and I learned years ago when we did go to a homeschool park day meet up, that the best thing for him was to first go for a quiet hike just me and him or at least swing on the swing first before even attempting to interact with anyone else. As an OT, I knew these sensory and proprioceptive activities were calming and organizing for him.

We Got out of the car to meet the other people and a woman with 2 young girls and a puppy was there. I began talking to her.

Dogs are magic for my two kids with OCD.

Jason immediately bonded with the dog. We walked with the group, my son walking with me, and stopping to interact with the dog. I talked to other moms. Jason didn’t talk to other kids at that point but his usually personal out loud commentators on the speed everyone was walking and how this walk was not really a hike, there were no hills.

After the long beautiful walk around the lake including a short stop by a beach area, we returned to the playground area where we had met. Jason spent time with the dog again and I followed him to explore the climbing structures. They were different ones then we had encountered in other parks and they had a spinning sit, he enjoys spinning. Again, more sensory input to help calm his anxiety.

He was by himself on top of a play structure and I head some of the kids, mostly 9 year old girls say they were going to play a tag game.

“Jason, do you want to join them in the tag game?”

“Sure.”

Wow!

But he stayed up on top of the play structure. I instructed him to come down from the structure and then to join the kids where they were gathering nearby in a small group. I had to tell him to go stand with the other kids. Yet, once I did that, I did not need to guide him anymore!

I was able to engage in lengthy conversations with the other moms and I even had to look around to find him several times! It was a small group of about 6-8 kids mostly 9 age girls, some younger siblings, 1 other 9 year old boy and some girls looked a little older than 9. It was a perfect fit for him! He played for several hours with them. At one point, he ran to me and past me, telling me,

“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom. It’s over there”, he pointed.

And he added, “I am team captain!”

Graduation 

Today is Monday, May 23, 2016

It is 6:30 in the morning and I have been sitting on the floor with the sliding glass door curtain wrapped around me so that I could watch the sun rise on the beach while my seven year old sleeps on the pull-out sofa.  On Saturday, May 21, my first born graduated high school.

It reminds me of when he turned a year old. I was both excited to see him grow from a baby into a toddler with all the wonder of watching him grow up and yet I was sad for the loss of those precious first twelve months.   Those first twelve months when they grow so much and so much happens and they go from being a dependent infant to an exploring toddler.  Those first twelve months are like the  past twelve years homeschooling or Unschooling.

I remember when I first learned about homeschooling from another mom at a La Leche League meeting. Harrison was an infant and when she told me she homeschooled her children, a whole new world of possibility opened for me.  I had no idea  that was even an option.

I remember when….

  • I made the final decision to homeschool.  My husband and I attended a meeting for a new charter school that was opening close to our house. Charter schools have some funding from the state and also much parent involvement. I listened to them speak and liked some things I heard and then they said something to the effect of “respect is earned”.  And I knew right then and there thst this charter school was not our path  I knew in that moment that I was making the right choice to homeschool my son.
  • When people would ask me how long I planned to homeschool and my answer was always, “as long as it is still working”.  And only I knew the rest of thst answer because I truly hoped it would continue to work until he graduated.  I had no plan of how homeschooling would work for 12 years, especially for high school years, yet deep inside I trusted thst we could make it work. I took it one year at a time and one day at a time.
  • When I first spoke to an “unschooler” and my response was, and I quote! “I could never do that!” 
  • All of the projects and experiments and trips to the library and theater classes and plays and piano lessons and park days….
  • My favorite moments when he would ask me a question about something and we would have a long spontaneous discussion. We both learned so much in those moments.

I could sit here for hours reliving memories from the past 12 years, from the past 18 and a half years. I am full of memories from the moment my son Harrison was born on November 10,1997 at 11:10 pm at Presbyterian hospital in room 610.

My children do not understand when I repeatedly show them old pictures of themselves and repeat the same stories about when they were younger.  I have to remind myself when they don’t share my wild enthusiasm for what Facebook reveals from “on this day… 1 year ago, 5 years ago, etc” , that they are not parents. And As children, they are better at being in the now moment and living in the present. They have no idea what it is like to “raise a human being”, to parent a child, to love someone so unconditionally in every moment that each passing year brings sorrow for the person who no longer is here.

I feel in love with my son when he was born. For me it happened slowly yet by 12 weeks, when I had to return to my full time job, I was hopelessly in love.  When he turned a year old, I had to say good bye to my infant. My love was continuously changing and growing and each milestone was both exciting and sorrowful as I welcomed new stages and said goodbye to the past.  Sure, the essence  and spirit of who he is never changed but how he needed me changed.

We both laugh about this idea of him “graduating” because like he says, “it’s not like anything is changing right now.”  He has been attending community college part time for the past two years and he will continue there this fall. He has had a part time job at Best Buy since Novement of last year and he is continuing to work there. As an unschooler who has learned through living his entire life since birth, graduating high school just means that you will continue your life learning journey and some of your friends will move away to college and now you are no longer in Key Club and won’t be attending the prom next year.  As I wrote those words in that last sentence, I now have a better grasp of the sorrow he has felt.

Turning 18 and becoming “an adult” was a bigger change for him. Because as a Boy Scout, he had to have everything completed before his 18th birthday in order to achieve the rank of Eagle Scout. And turning 18, meant he could apply for a job at Best Buy.   It also meant his car insurance rates went down- that  was a big yea!!-for mom and dad who still pay for the car insurance, for now.

this blog was started in the quiet of early morning while everyone slept.  Then Jason, my 7 year old awoke and slowly we started our day. I continued writing in small snippets of time since breakfast.    It’s 10:30 now and my oldest is off to the store to get afew groceries and Jason has been bugging me to go to the beach for over an hour. I will complete this post with the sentiment of what I have written. Graduation is not an ending but a beginning and for unschoolers it is merely a small marker in time of our continued life of learning and living.

Childhood Redefined: An Unschooling Summit

Canandaigua, NY April  29-30, 2016

An adventure of self discovery

Stretching

Out of my comfort zone

Traveling six hours in my civic alone

Realizing it’s been 21 years since I took a long rode trip alone 

Trusting

First that I could make the journey 

And make the trip happen 

Wanting

To go to this conference and knowing I must find a way

Believing

That all the pieces would come together

A roommate who I had never met, a new to us car to make the 600+ mile journey,

Arranging plans for my younger kids with my brother

Doing

Attending the conference and arriving Friday night

Relief that Anna was there 

A familiar face to help make the transition into this new world

A world I have wanted 

Wanted to be part of 

Yet only able to participate from the comfort of my computer or iPhone

Here

Now what

A friendly face introduced herself to me

She recognized me from Facebook

Someone to talk to 

One on one

Comfort for this introvert who likes to hide behind the safety of her screen

Meeting 

My roommate in person

Connecting and sharing

Relaxed comfort with someone knew who felt like an old friend

Painting 

A structured painting activity

Out of my comfort zone

Stretching feels good

Entering the second day arriving late

Where to sit

Searching the crowd for the familiar face of my roommate or the woman I met last night

She waved at me

Table in the back

Introverts

The spokesperson for the introverts

Eager

To give away the microphone after I spoke for my group 

Laughter

Connections

A game 

I Choose to play

Talking to lots of people

Not the same of my small group of five introverts 

Eager for the game to be over yet wanting to participate to completion

Completion of the game

Relief

Exhausted

And my introverted table understood

A quiet walk outside

Beautiful surroundings of the finger lakes

Freezing cold and where did the sun go?

Missing sunny Carolina

Refreshed

Back inside

Doing this conference my way

Freedom and permission to walk around and do my own thing

Writing

Finding my center through writing as I inexperience the conference

I did it!

Completed blog post of my experience

In a new writing format 

Publish 

It’s My Life

“It’s My Life”  -Bon Jovi

This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd
You’re gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud[Chorus:]
It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow’s getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain’t even lucky
Got to make your own breaks

[Chorus:]
It’s my life
And it’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive
‘Cause it’s my life

Better stand tall when they’re calling you out
Don’t bend, don’t break, baby, don’t back down

[Chorus:]
It’s my life
And it’s now or never
‘Cause I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive

[Chorus:]
It’s my life
And it’s now or never
‘Cause I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I’m alive
‘Cause it’s my life!

Do I even need to add my own words to this post?
I think the song says it all.  
Turn it on and sing it out loud!  Affirm the words for yourself and your children.
I plan to play the song loud on my way home tonight in our “new to us” 2008 Honda Civic with a sun roof.  So excited about our third car- phew! -much easier to have 3 cars with 3 drivers! Until my son can buy his own car:)   I needed the car before attending the upcoming Unschooling Summit: childhood redefined. I plan to write about my experiences there!
Thank you once again AZLyrics.com
And thank you WordPress for returning the Spell Check! 
And thank you Harrison for my ipad and Abby for encouraging me to try Spotify.
And Panera for being here for me on Monday nights.
Good night everyone. See you at my next concert.

The Gift of Life: Reflected in My Children

Three years have passed since I wrote this post.  It’s a good reminder to me.  My children have grown in the past 3 years.  I have been struggling with depression and have not written in a long time.  Reading my old posts is now part of my therapy. It is one step toward writing again.  This particular line was very powerful to me reading i t now.  In some sense, a wake up call to me.  

I am happy to celebrate another year of my life knowing that I am giving my children something more valuable than anything money can buy, my time.

The post as it appeared on October 15, 2012:

Happy Birthday to me!

I prepared for today’s post by reflecting  on my entry from last year: My 42 Year Journey

This year we celebrated at home the day before my birthday.  My husband and three children shared their cards with me as we enjoyed homemade gluten-free and egg-free chocolate cake with coconut milk ice-cream   And my amazing 10 year old daughter wrote this story for me.  She has been doing a lot of writing and I really enjoy hearing her stories and poems. She has also been collaborating with her PA cousin via Skype to write stories.   All of this has been her idea and her initiative– aka- unschooling at it’s best.  It is exciting to watch my children develop their interests and really take off with something that they enjoy doing.  It is also a great reminder to me that my actions do affect my children and one of the best things I can do for their “education” is to show them in my actions that I am pursuing my interests and following my passion!  

This has been very clear with my oldest child, Harrison as his personality is one of concentrated persistence.  Many of his interests have been easy to nurture with trips to the library and home made items.  His focus on achieving what he sets out to do has enabled him to find a way to build a computer and obtain software as well as purchase a digital camera.  It was really cool to get a handmade -with paper and crayons- card from him this year.   A pleasant variation on his recent 

computer generated  cards and picture compilations.  It helped me to remember that despite having an “old soul” beyond his years persona and the fact that he will soon have a driving  learner’s permit, he is still in his  childhood and his younger self is so much very alive in him in a new teenage form.  I can see similarities in my youngest and oldest. Maybe having a three year old and a fourteen year old simultaneously is the key to seeing the similarities between teens and toddlers as well as being able to appreciate that they are their own person at every age.

We think of our youngest as the busy, full of energy, and action kid, yet I keep getting reminders how much she loves to sit with art supplies.  We spent time together last night coloring with markers in a coloring book and also with blank paper and she said to me, “I’m good at drawing. I’m supposed to be an artist”.  One of those moments when you feel like you are getting a big glimpse into their soul.  She has also made a similar comment to me some time ago about sailing.  I have to wonder if these thoughtful responses are coming from a deeper place than just her physical three-year-old self.

I hope I am able to nurture all of my children’s passions.  I know I began my parenting journey with that focus and see it clearly with my oldest child who was an only child for four years.  I feel like my second child has been given more opportunities to pursue her passion since we adopted our dog and now  she is  able to act more independently with pursuing her interests.  Our youngest’s  future remains a mystery and there is something exciting about that.  Sure, I don’t know exactly what paths any of my children will take in their adult lives.  My youngest is  three and a half years of age and her future has yet to unfold.  She loves food and helping to prepare food.  She is also very nurturing and I could see her in a helping profession and she has a very physically engaged side and does love fire trucks.  It is possible that having had the experience of fireman coming to the rescue of her dad while he suffered a heart attack, might influence her future career path.  She also has a very imaginative and creative side and loves taking pictures and videos, an activity likely inspired by her big brother.  I aim to not put any expectations on who they will become but rather spend time nurturing who they are now.

I decided to homeschool my children because I wanted to nurture their love of learning and empower them to nurture their interests.   I have chosen to work less hours in order to be there for them and my husband choose to leave his former work which involved regular travel and too many hours away from home.  Making that choice has involved financial challenges (Note to Universe: I am open to abundance and  moving away from that experience!)    I would like to believe that despite our limited resources,  my husband and I have been able to at least expose our children to different experiences and help them to further their interests.  Maybe the fact that we have limited financial means will only further their passion to pursue their interests.  There are times when I doubt this.  Yet, I am very aware that childhood is a short period of time.  I am happy to celebrate another year of my life knowing that I am giving my children something more valuable than anything money can buy, my time.  Being a mother is the greatest gift of my life.  I know I have made mistakes, more than I would like to admit, yet, I can be an example to my children in my failures as well as my successes.

I look forward to another year with a renewed focus of being not only with them but present in their lives and available for them emotionally, spiritually and mentally.

Making the Difference in the Life of a Child

I have not written a blog post in some time.  To help me move forward with writing, I began reading some of my old posts tonight.  I wrote this on November 8, 2012, almost 3 years ago.  I share my reflections on this messsage I read and hope it inspires you the way that it did me.

I have been part of an on-line journaling community and here is this week’s writing prompt:

“There’s a wonderful quote that says when we die, it doesn’t matter how many things we have in our possession; what matters most is the differences we made in the life of a child.  There is so much wisdom and power in this statement.  Imagine if we lived our lives with only this intention?  To make a positive difference in the life of a child.  All of our fears, inadequacies, and self-doubt would disappear.”

And then….

“This week, write about the most important things you would teach a child.  Even if you’re already a parent or grandparent or great grandparent – start from a blank slate.  What are the most important lessons you would teach him or her?  Why are they important?  Do these lessons move us towards peace, love and joy?  Speak from your heart.”

  • I see a big difference in these two paragraphs:
  • “To make a difference in the life of a child”
  • “start from a blank slate– What are the most important lessons you would teach (a child)”

Children are not blank slates. Even if that was not what was intended by this statement, I think it implies that we must teach children everything.  I disagree with this idea.  Yes, we do “teach” children. We teach them all the time in our actions.  They learn from watching us.  Just like they learn to crawl and to walk and talk, they learn how to act and respond based on what they observe.  We need to be the change that we want to see in our children.  Not in a “hey look at me, I am doing it this way and so should you” form of  modeling but in our everyday words and actions.

I see this all the time just by watching my children.  With three children, I see how the youngest, who is 3 years old, copies the actions of his older brother and sister as well as how the older children copy each other as well as me and my husband.

When I think about “making a difference” in the life of a child, I think of stopping and listening to a child. I think about loving a child, meeting his needsjoining her in her world, spending time with him, connecting with her, being there for him.

My mind goes to the birth of my children and all my choices prior to their birth,  during and after.  I recall how I began to really think about what I was putting into my body and how my diet evolved and changed over time -which has been good for my health too!  My birthing choices, the classes I took and how much I learned after my first was born and the changes I made for my second child’s birth as well the changes I made for  my third child”s birth.  My decision to breastfeed my baby and attending La Leche League meetings and learning more and more about nursing my child and mothering.  Learning about attachment parenting and child-led weaning.  For me, these are very powerful ways I have made a difference for my children’s lives.

Here I am, almost 15 years after I gave birth to my first child remembering those early days.  How can I continue to make a difference?

I read books, educate myself and reach out to like-minded communities to connectshare information, resources and support. It doesn’t matter how long we have been a parent, it is a continual learning process.  I can improve my communication skills and modify my “parenting method” as I grow and evolve as a mother.  Our children are all unique and have their own strengths, weaknesses, gifts and talents.  I see my role as nurturing, supporting, empowering, and maybe at times guiding them.

But even as a homeschooling parent, I do not feel I am here  to “teach them”.   I believe that my children have far more to teach me than I could possibly teach them.  

The Gift of Life: Reflected in My Children

This post was written on October 15, 2012 for my Ginaslifejourney blog.  Tonight, I have been soul searching for something of meaning to write about.  Finding this post is a reminder to me. It reminds me of the reasons that I choose to homeschool and continue to homeschool my children.  It also reminds me of the financial choices my husband and I have made. Including my choice to not obtain full time employment when our financial situation nearly demanded that I do.  Children are children for only a short period of time.  Our life on earth is limited and unpredictable.  In order to live fully in the moment, and be present in my life, I need to find a way to remember what is importantand make the most of my time with my children.  I now challenge myself to write daily (5 days per week is a good goal) about meaningful moments.

Happy Birthday to me!

I prepared for today’s post by reflecting  on my entry from last year: My 42 Year Journey

This year we celebrated at home the day before my birthday.  My husband and three children shared their cards with me as we enjoyed homemade gluten-free and egg-free chocolate cake with coconut milk ice-cream   And my amazing 10 year old daughter wrote this story for me.  She has been doing a lot of writing and I really enjoy hearing her stories and poems. She has also been collaborating with her PA cousin via Skype to write stories.   All of this has been her idea and her initiative– aka- unschooling at it’s best.  It is exciting to watch my children develop their interests and really take off with something that they enjoy doing.  It is also a great reminder to me that my actions do affect my children and one of the best things I can do for their “education” is to show them in my actions that I am pursuing my interests and following my passion!  

This has been very clear with my oldest child, Harrison as his personality is one of concentrated persistence.  Many of his interests have been easy to nurture with trips to the library and home made items.  His focus on achieving what he sets out to do has enabled him to find a way to build a computer and obtain software as well as purchase a digital camera.  It was really cool to get a handmade -with paper and crayons- card from him this year.   A pleasant variation on his recent 

computer generated  cards and picture compilations.  It helped me to remember that despite having an “old soul” beyond his years persona and the fact that he will soon have a driving  learner’s permit, he is still in his  childhood and his younger self is so much very alive in him in a new teenage form.  I can see similarities in my youngest and oldest. Maybe having a three year old and a fourteen year old simultaneously is the key to seeing the similarities between teens and toddlers as well as being able to appreciate that they are their own person at every age.

We think of our youngest as the busy, full of energy, and action kid, yet I keep getting reminders how much she loves to sit with art supplies.  We spent time together last night coloring with markers in a coloring book and also with blank paper and she said to me, “I’m good at drawing. I’m supposed to be an artist”.  One of those moments when you feel like you are getting a big glimpse into their soul.  She has also made a similar comment to me some time ago about sailing.  I have to wonder if these thoughtful responses are coming from a deeper place than just her physical three-year-old self.

I hope I am able to nurture all of my children’s passions.  I know I began my parenting journey with that focus and see it clearly with my oldest child who was an only child for four years.  I feel like my daughter has been given more and more opportunities to pursue her passion since we adopted our dog and now that she is  able to act more independently with pursuing her interests.  Jason’s future remains a mystery and their is something exciting about that.  Sure, I don’t know exactly what paths any of my children will take in their adult lives but I have a much clearer picture with the older two who are almost 15 and 10.  At three and a half years of age, LJ’s future has yet to unfold.

She loves food and helping to prepare food.  She is also very nurturing and I could see her in a helping profession and she has a very physically engaged side and does love fire trucks.  It is possible that having had the experience of fireman coming to the rescue of his dad while he suffered a heart attack, might influence her future career path.  She also has a very imaginative and creative side and loves taking pictures and videos, an activity likely inspired by her big brother.  And I aim to not put any expectations on who she will become but rather spend time nurturing who she is now.  Who knows how these early years of her life could shape her future.

I decided to homeschool my children because I wanted to nurture their love of learning and empower them to nurture their interests.   I have chosen to work less hours in order to be there for them and with them in the process and my husband choose to leave his former work which involved regular travel and too many hours away from home.  Making that choice has involved financial challenges (Note to Universe: I am open to abundance and  moving away from that experience! ).   I would like to believe that despite our limited resources,  my husband and I have been able to at least expose our children to different experiences and help them to further their interests.  Maybe the fact that we have limited financial means will only further their passion to pursue their interests.  There are times when I doubt this.  Yet, I am very aware that childhood is a short period of time.  I am happy to celebrate another year of my life knowing that I am giving my children something more valuable than anything money can buy, my time.   Being a mother is the greatest gift of my life.  I know I have made mistakes, more than I would like to admit, yet, I can be an example to my children in my failures as well as my successes.

I look forward to another year with a renewed focus of being not only with them but present in their lives and available for them emotionally, spiritually and mentally.

Do you really need a curriculum for pre-school?

Do you really need a curriculum for pre-school? I am kind of just doing my own thing with my 3 and 4-year-old. Some of the curriculums are pretty expensive. Is there one that is totally worth it?

I found this question in my homeschool website forum discussions.  I was searching for this topic to write a blog post.  I was surprised to see that I had not commented on the post, but then I looked at the date, December 2008.  I had just begun the website that fall and was 8 months pregnant with my third child.  I was working outside the home, and was homeschooling my 6 and 11-year-old children.

I sometimes forget that the decision to homeschool my oldest child was a relatively easy one for me.  Academic learning came easy to him and easily held his interest.  I often wonder if one of my other children had been born first, if I would have begun homeschooling from the start.  I realize that all children learn differently and in their own time frame.  I have friends and know many people with “late readers” and friends who intended to homeschool but felt it just wasnt’ the best fit for their child or their parent-child dynamic.  We all need to do what works best for us and our children and that can change over time.

When I see people inquiring about purchasing curriculum for preschool age children… I will admit it, I cringe.  I cringe because it conjures in me the image of “recreating school at home”.  There are those homeschoolers who are categorized as “school at home”.  I realize they may not refer to themselves this way, or maybe they do.  I don’t know. What I do know, is that children learn through play.  I know what was taught 40 years ago when I was in kindergarten which was just getting started in our rural suburban Ohio town where I began school.  The beginning year for  kindergarten varied across this country within each state and even each town.   Kindergarten was added to be a “preschool”.  I have my kindergarten report card from 1976.  And I am aware of what is now being taught in kindergarten as well as preschools.  Children are being pushed at a  younger and younger age to read and to write. They are being pushed to do formal academics at earlier ages.  Our country prides itself on this push for “early start to learning”.  Day care for 1 year olds is called “preschool”.  Somehow, someone decided that learning early was better.  Better for who?

My kindergarten report card reads:

  • cuts with scissors
  • gets along with others
  • recognizes the letters of the alphabet

Did you catch that?  Recognizes the letters of the alphabet was a skill that Plain Township Ohio felt was important for 5 and 6 years old to accomplish.  I remember a few things about kindergarten and one of them is The Letter People.  We had inflatable letter people with faces and personalities and we would watch a  move about each letter of the alphabet.  Miss O was Obstinate.  I remember her because my parents called me, “Miss O”.  And Mr. M like to munch macaroni.  I think we even got to touch or possibly play with the inflatable  3 foot size letter person.  Now children are expected to be reading by the end of kindergarten.

Here in North Carolina, we can not even register our homeschool until our oldest child or child to homeschool is seven years old.  What people may not realize is that this is because the compulsory age for schooling in NC remains to be seven years old.  Meaning, children do not have to legally attend school until they are seven.  People may think the south is backwards in their education.  Yet, I think there is much wisdom to be learned in this old law regarding mandatory schooling beginning at age seven.    Someone recently told me that in, I believe it is Sweden, that they do not use formal academic learning in school until age 8.

Yet, most of us attended school from the age of 5 or maybe we even went to preschool first.  We have all been indoctrinated into the belief that learning happens in school.  But is that the only place children learn?

Think about it.  Did you take your child to “walking classes”?  Did you follow a set protocol to help your child learn to walk?    (NOTE: I am NOT talking about kids with special needs.   As an Occupatioanl Therapist,  I understand there are exceptions).  When did your child learn to talk?  Did he learn to talk because you put him in preschool?  My oldest child attended “preschool” from age 1 to age 4, but he did not learn academics in preschool.   Because we had that experience, I learned that he was learning at home with me and his dad.  I witnessed first hand that he learned his letters, numbers, and even to read and write being home and interacting with us.  He learned through play.  He learned through living life.

Wait! -You might say.  But reading and writing and math, well that is different from learning to walk and to talk.  Is it?

I have witnessed first hand with all three of my children that learning academic skills can happen just like children learn to walk and to talk.  All children are different and learn in different ways.  All people are different and learn in different ways.  Have you stopped learning? I know I haven’t.  I learn alongside my children every day.  Sure some of us need more structure than others.  You can have structure in your life without re-creating school at home.  Some kids might like the idea of “school at home” especially those who have never been to school.  Yet, if you have taken your children out of school to homeschool them, then it was most likely because school was not working for them.  Surely they do not want school re-created at home.

Back to the question.  “Is there one that is totally worth it?”  Curriculum can be very expensive.  I did not purchase a curriculum when I began homeschool because my son was already learning to read and write.  I was living on a tight budget and was determined to homeschool without spending a large amount of money.  Looking back on those days, I am glad I did not have extra money on hand to buy a curriculum.  I did not even do any research into curriculum.  I realize others begin the search because like all of us, we want to help our kids.  We want them to succeed.  We figure they must learn to read and write.  And most of us figure it needs to happen at a certain age.  An age set by school standards.  A standard which has changed over time, as I demonstrated early with my excerpts from my kindergarten report card.

You want to homeschool your child and you want to help them learn to read and to write.  So where do you begin?    I recommend going to the library, at least once each week.  We attended story time at the library from the time my oldest was about one year but there is even story time for babies.  My youngest used to like to run around the library and grab books off the shelves, randomly.  I could go online from home to order books I wanted and they would be waiting for me at the library.  I still took my youngest to the library.  I was lucky that my older two were much older and could look for books themselves.  We did not go as often with him until he was older.

With the internet, it has become so easy to learn with your child.  Take a walk.  What interests your child?  Talk about it. Go home and look it up on the internet.  Do that together if that works for your child, or you look it up and find books or other resources for your child to pursue at his leisure.

But wait-  before I get lost writing about ways to learn “academic skills”.  Take your child outside. Take him to the park. Find other homeschoolers and meet up at the park or at an indoor play location.  Allow your child free time to play and explore.  Children learn through play and exploration. They learn more than academic skills in this manner. They learn about themselves and how to interact with others.   Involve your child, if he or she is willing, so don’t force it, with every day activities like grocery shopping, including making the grocery list. Include them in banking and going to the post office and watching the repair man come to fix the dryer or replace the furnace.  Your child will learn about living in your community and about life.

I realize I need to write a Blog Series on this topic.  I will add just a few more things before I wrap up this post.  Pay attention to your child. Watch him as he plays.  Engage with her in her play and listen.  The first step in homeschooling your child from preschool age is to learn their learning style.  Know that you do not have to have it all figured out before you start or by the time they are 5, or any age for that matter.  I continue to say, that I am figuring it out and adjusting as I go.  And my children are now 17, 12 and 5 and have been always homeschooled.   I made a “kindergarten book” for my oldest when he was 5 and we did things in the book each day.  It was just a notebook and he decorated a page for the cover.  We had a section for values.  We have an old book series called “Value Tales” and would read the books and talk about the value and look up the meaning in the dictionary.   Over time, I unschooled myself and moved away from structure.  Yet, my oldest likes structure and has always asked for more structure.  Pay attention to what works for you.  And question yourself when you think things need to be a certain way.  Do they really?   Try things, change what doesn’t work. If you buy a curriculum, don’t feel like you have to follow it exactly or even complete it.  If cost is an issue, look online for free materials.  Find other homeschoolers online and in person. It helps to have a community.   Remember, we are all learning all of the time even when we are not in school or doing “school work”.

 

Home as a base for education

johnholtquotehomeasbaseforchildren_nI read this quote today on Facebook and it got me thinking about the image people have of homeschooling.  Homeschooling, sounds like you are trying to run a school in your home.  Other countries use the term Home Education which I like better.  Yet, both have that word: home, implying that you sit at home all day.

I have always wanted to create a bumper sticker that said, “Never HOME, schooling” but now that I write it, it doesn’t fit.  My point being that so often with our homeschool adventure, I feel like we are never at home.   And of course there is the word: school which I do not feel fits my philosophy of education nor our lifestyle choice.

Reading  the above quote carefully, I want to emphasize that is says,  home as a base for children’s growth into the world”.  

Home as a base. 

People who know me realize that we are not sitting at home all day long.  People who know my family, know that my children are not sheltered from the real world.  Those who know us well, know when we are home, we are not recreating school at home.  Sure, I have a bulletin board in my kitchen that gets changed randomly at inconsistent intervals and we used to have a large chalk board under the bulletin board.  In our kitchen, we also have large white cabinets  full of academic and craft supplies.  Yet, that is about as close to “school” as we get in our home.

I digress.  Home as a base for growth and education.  My first thought when I saw this quote was the idea:  what does home really mean?

Home is…family.  As a family we go to the grocery store, garbage dump, bank, post office, library, hair salon, and to parks, gas stations, and museums to name a few places.  We curl up on the couch in our living room and watch movies and tv shows both for entertainment and for educational value which overlap with each other.   We sit at the large oval maple table in our kitchen and eat meals, create birthday cards, complete craft projects, discuss our daily activities, discuss local and world events, negotiate peace between siblings, and yes, we also read and engage in academics.  We also do the above listed activities in our bedroom, living room, basement and in our yard.  And… in the car as well as anywhere we go like friends and families  houses,  the grocery store, the library.  I could go on.

Home is where we live in the Charlotte, NC area.    My husband, Don and I met here in Charlotte and despite both being from other parts of the country we choose to get married right here in Charlotte.  I had lived in Charlotte less than 2 years when we got married but to me it was my home and therefore the perfect place to get married.  I moved here after graduating from OT school in Pennsylvania where I lived at the time.  In 1992, you found a job through media like newspapers and  magazines.  Within my Occuaptional Therapy magazine I found an ad that read, “Shouldn’t You Be In Charlotte?”

We live in a neighborhood and despite not knowing too many of our neighbors, it is a sort of community and therefore it is our home.  We have helped our elderly next door neighbor for years and have known her from the time we moved here.  We have known the three different families who have lived across the street from us.  Our dog, Olive, came to us from our last neighbors who lived across the street.  My oldest son has sold Boy Scout Popcorn in our neighborhood over the past 5 years and my daughter has sold Girl Scout cookies.  I have bought items from our neighbors kids usually for their school.  We have gone Trick-or-treating in our neighborhood.

The first teenage babysitter I ever had for my kids was a neighborhood girl. I had met her grandfather first because he lived in their home and would walk to get the mail at then end of their driveway as I took a walk with my two young children, one in a stroller.  I quickly met the mother at the house and we connected over being from NJ as well as her father having Alzheimer’ because I work in geriatrics.  And less than 2 years later, I had her 15-year-old daughter babysit my kids who were around the ages of 2 and 6.  She turned 16 and got another job and then her younger sister did some babysitting for us.

We live in the Charlotte area.  It is a large geographic area with heavily populated surrounding counties. Forbes named Charlotte #8 in its 2014 list of the top 20 fastest growing cities.   I have been witness to this growth in the 22 years that I have lived here.   Most people do not realize that  Charlotte is the 16th largest city in the United States. Uptown is a major banking center. Charlotte skyline It is home of the Carolina Panthers and the newly re-named Charlotte Hornets .  Uptown also has Imaginon, a one of a kind partnership of the Children’s Theater of Charlotte and children’s library, one of the 20 branches in the Charlotte Mecklenburg LIbrary system.   And of course the NASCAR Hall of Fame  the Charlotte Motor Speedway that hosts the Coca-Cola 600 (as seen in the movie, Days of Thunder).

Home is North Carolina, located in the Bible Belt, in the southeastern United States.  North Carolina, including the Charlotte area is home to cities of various sizes, small towns, farms and forests.  We are located midway  between the mountains and the Carolina Coast.  We can fly non-stop from the Charlotte Douglas International Airport to a long list of cities as well as international locations including Munich, Madrid and Rome!

Home is family.  My immediate family lives in North Carolina, South Carolina and Pennsylvania and I have close relatives in several locations within North Carolina as well as New Jersey, Georgia, Ohio…and with 23 first cousins, I can’t possibly be expected to remember where everyone lives!    My husband is from St. Louis, MO where most of his family lives along with some in Kansas and Texas and he is one of 5 living siblings all with children and many with grandchildren and I won’t even try to guess how many first cousins he has.  We have traveled to visit many of our relatives over the years.  We have enjoyed many road trips as a couple and as a family from the time my oldest was 6 weeks old.  We were crazy when we were young parents. We traveled by car with our 6 week old son from our Charlotte home to St. Louis, MO arriving the week of Christmas and then on Christmas Day drove to Pennsylvania.  While in Pennsylvania staying with my parents, we visited my relatives in New Jersey and then drove home to Charlotte, NC.  I remember counting the number of states my baby boy had traveled to before he was even 2 months old.

As homeschoolers, we have been able to travel at any time of the year to visit family for weddings, funerals, and holidays.  We have enjoyed family vacations in March, October and September as well as during the summer months.  We have extended family visits to included visits to  the St. Louis arch, Memphis including the National Civil Rights Museum and a quick drive past Graceland, Historic Philadelphia, Dallas and Fort Worth’s National Historic District  as well as St. Augustine, Florida, the oldest city in the United States.  There are many more places that I hope to travel to with my children to explore, learn and experience.

I grew up living in three different states and five different cities.  I learned much from my experiences of moving, changing schools and adjusting to new locations.  As a family with my husband and children, we have always lived in Charlotte, NC. And have so far, lived in only two houses located 8 miles apart.  With my children, I am getting to experience something new, watching them grow up in one place with friends they have known from a very young age.  An experience that came to a new light watching my nearly 17-year-old son at his surprise birthday party surrounded by a variety of friends some of whom have known him from the age of 6.  His younger sister was not even 2 when we joined our first homeschool group.  She has two close friends now at age 12 who she met when she was 2 and 3 years old.  And many of our friends remember the day that my youngest was born.  It was a cold winter day in January 2009.  I began laboring the day before while attending our weekly homeschool park day.  My children were all born in different locations, the first in two different hospitals and my last child was born at home.  My children attended their younger siblings births.  Now that gives the idea of home education a whole new meaning!

We live and we learn together.  We learn as a family and when we are apart from each other.  My children attend activities with friends and spend nights away from home.  We learn every day of our lives both in our home and outside of our home.  We learn when my husband had a massive nearly fatal heart attack in 2011 and when I was in a car accident in 2012.  We learn when the plumber comes to replace our ruptured copper pipes and when the air conditioning company replaces our heat pump.  We learn from library  books, board games, on-line educational sites and Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts.  We learn from each other every day.  My husband and I learn alongside our children, learning as much from them, if not more, than they do from us.   Home is our base for learning.

Interruptions

It’s Monday night and I am in a cozy chair in one of my favorite locations for my writing time.  For a very long time, Monday evening or sometimes afternoon and evening, has been by time.  I get out of the house, alone, and go to a coffee shop or restaurant with wi-fi with my lap top, ear buds and sometimes writing journals.

Flashback- there was a time  not that long ago, before I owned a lap top and before I owned a smart phone and when I went out by myself, I wrote with pens on paper. I still have a vast collection of notebooks, journals and many colors of pens and do still use them.  

I digress.  It’s Monday night.  I have already taken some simple “me time” by just being alone, sipping a yummy drink and chatting with friends on Facebook or by text. There have also been times when I needed to just escape first and I watch a tv show or even a movie. After I decompress, then I am ready to write.  I have a writing play list that I have been using for a long time to set the stage and prime my pump for writing.

My music is playing in my ears and I pull up WordPress and begin to write…

The music stops.

A familiar ring tone or maybe my infamous telegraph text notification, interrupts my thoughts.  It’s my son or my daughter or sometimes my husband.  Someone needs mom right now.  I could be slightly annoyed by the interruption but as I tell my husband, I am always happy to stop and listen. Being a mom comes first in my life. Sure I get busy with things and don’t always pay attention in the way my ideal self would respond.  I am notorious for the phrase, “in a minute”.  My children think “a minute” is equal to an hour.  I have a vivid memory of telling my daughter at a park day, many years ago, that “we are leaving in a minute” and she tole her friend, “Oh, we have plenty of time!”

When I am out of the house, taking time to myself, it is easier to stop and make the decision to make time for my children.  I can also be a better listener and more attentive because I don’t have household distractions or all three of my children vying for my attention at once.  sometimes, my husband gets frustrated with the kids for “interrupting mom during her time”.  I remind him that it is ok.  I am happy to be there for them.  My oldest often sends me text messages.  Sometimes it is a quick question and other times he is “stressed-out” by something he needs to complete or maybe how his father is approaching him about something.  At my best moments, I try to truly listen and not jump to solving.  I reflect to them what I hear they are saying and feeling.  Sure, there have been times when I get frustrated and try to solve it quickly to get on with what I am doing.  And sometimes i listen but as the time ticks on, and my child continues to be emotionally upset, I grow impatient, at least in my mind.  I am known for being a good listener.  I also have a tendency to let my children’s priorities come first, and at times,  to the detriment of my own needs.

I feel I handled things particularly well this evening when the phone rang just when I felt like I had a good topic to write about. Tonight, I also had an unsually high goal of writing 3 posts in my 4 hours.  I joined a writing challenge at the begging of the month, one in which I a made my own goal for writing for the month.  We all paid $30 to one person with the expectation that if we meet our goal, we will get the money back.  I jumped at the chance to be a part of this challenge.  I have longed to post weekly blogs for well, for too long.  I think I might average monthly, looking back over the past 18 months of this particular Child-led Learning Blog.  I set a goal to write 8 blog posts for my Child-led Learning Blog in one months time.  I made it specific so I couldn’t just post on random things on my Ginaslifejourney Blog. That would be too easy for me and distract me of my goal of a regular blog post here.  And 8 posts felt like just enough of a push.  I also knew a month goal rather than writing so much per week would work better for me.  I work in bursts of time and energy.

So tonight, when the phone rang, I answered it not knowing what to expect, “home” was calling.  My child was upset. Unhappy with how dad talked and acted.  upset about a long list of things.  Out of sorts all day.  I listened. I reflected. I helped identify the feelings. I then offered some perspective of what dad’s point of view might be. And I did that in a respectful way.  more complaining and rants of things that have been bothering her for weeks. unhappy with a co-op class.

Deep breath.

This was not going to be easy.  Yet, I knew I needed to move this along in some way and also let my child know that I have this goal and it is important to me and I need to finish my writing.  I begin to text my husband to fill him in, knowing full well that he is in the middle of making dinner and also appreciating the possible context of the situation.  I offer suggestions that only lead to more upset.    I ask, “how can I help you?”

“I don’t know”.  A common response.  I make a plan and fill her dad in by text.  “If you need to go to your room to eat, that would be fine and then after dinner, you and dad can talk”.    More upset.  I clearly describe my situation.  I describe how I have a goal to write 3 posts tonight because there are only 4 days left in the month and this is my only real writing day.  I state that I want to listen and help and also that this writing goal is important to me.

Somewhere in the conversation, I also realize this child needs 1:1 mom time and I even make a plan to make that happen for this week and put it on the google calendar.   I have to be clear and decisive., something that doesn’t come easy to me and especially is not easy for my child.  Somehow I am able to make a plan and my child agrees to go back in the house to set the table like dad asked and even initiates ending our conversation.  That surprises me.  This is my child who I have needed to hang up on because I have been yelled at over the phone and after many attempts to listen, I must disconnect to prevent myself from reacting or reacting more.

My life as a mother is full of many interruptions.  As someone who has grown away from routine as I unschooled myself in the process of my children’s homeschool journey, I have often enjoyed the spontaneity of interruptions.  I am someone who if I am concentrating on something or working to complete a task, doesn’t  do well with being interrupted. it depends in part on what I am doing and how much time I feel I have to complete something.  Because other times, I am good at stepping away from what I am doing to really listen to my child.  I have two sides to me that could be labeled my “public school, follow all the rules, do what I am told aspect” and my “easy-going, open-minded, out-of-the-box, creative aspect.

I often say, I learn far more from my children in this life learning journey than I could possible teach them.  As I learn more about myself, through them, it helps me to be a better mother and to better understand them and help them in their journey.  Now that I think about it, calling this blog, “child-led learning” has more than one meaning.  My children’s homeschool journey has been a child-led and interest -led approach.  I too, have learned and gown from my children’s lead.  Living life with them, leads me to learn more about myself.

Tonight, the interruption inspired met to write and complete a blog post.  One that I feel very good about! Embrace the interruptions.  Some day, the house will be empty, and you will be alone with your memories of “when they were young”, missing the little voices talking to you while you are in the bathroom or cooking dinner or even the teenager demanding your attention.