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What are you doing about the kids’ education?

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

This question is *the most frequently asked* one at the moment. I think people have realised that we really truly are taking the kids off for a jaunt around the world in a couple of weeks. And anyone who gives us a second’s thought knows the children don’t go to school here, but it is possibly imagined that I sit at the kitchen bench, Big Red Pen in hand, with the kids all lined up waiting for me to place marks in their exercise books and send them back to the table to correct their maths sums or fix their spelling.

I guess it’s time to come clean. Education just doesn’t look like that for our family.

Euripedes observed “Experience, travel – these are as education in themselves” and I wonder if his mates thought he was somewhat naive and a whole lot arrogant, not to mention possibly even ignorant. Certainly Aristophanes poked fun of him publically in his own plays, but who knows if this was due to educational beliefs? We’re off to discover whether or not Euripides was right.

And y’know what? It won’t be too different to our life here and now. At the moment, our days follow a gentle rhythm. After breakfast we revise some memorised passages together, read some poetry, sing some songs. While the big kids do chores, the little ones listen to picture books. Then we all pick up some handwork or get out quiet toys and listen to a few chapters read aloud from a novel. The rest of the day is free for us all to *experience* and learn.
A casual observer might reach the conclusion the children spend a lot of time playing. And they’d be right. Somehow through their play most**(see note below) of them have learnt to read and write, solve problems, get along together, invent things, create things, observe things. Various ones of them have also learnt some Latin and Mandarin, learnt to write cursive with dipping pens, learnt the rules to many sports, learnt to play piano and guitar, learnt to sew, knit, and embroider, learnt to swim, learnt to do forward rolls. They have built weather stations and made prizewinning board games, they bake cakes and mend their own clothes, they ride bicycles and play on the neighbour’s trampoline, they tend the garden and make quilts, they write books and construct obstacle courses, they observe birds from homemade hides, they re-enact Robin Hood, they have made hundreds of huts. And best of all, two or three or four of them will pitch in each night to cook dinner 😉

We’re not sure exactly how it will pan out on the road. But I imagine many things will be similar to here at home. There’ll be a gentle rhythm to every day, although no two days will be identical. We’ll begin much the same as here – except we might feed our minds before heading out to find breakfast. Although chores will be fewer (yippy-dippy-doo), doing the washing by hand will take longer. Instead of reading for hours a day, we’ll go out and look, listen, smell, feel, experience. We’ll read other people’s lives and achievements instead of books. We will, however, *miss* our books. A LOT.

 

But if Euripides is right, we’ll get along without them.
Besides, we’ll have our journals. Not the poetry journals, personal recipe books, creation journals and all the other ones we currently write in, but we will all have our own travel journal. We’ll write and/or draw each day. We’ll write for the blog too. No, there won’t be any grammar textbooks or spelling lists to learn, but we don’t use those now anyway. I’m a walking dictionary and the kids know how to use me 😉

We’ll also have a bag of little games; various card games (DaVinci Challenge, UNO, SET and normal cards), Rushhour, wooden letter dice, a yoyo, Brick By Brick, a skipping rope.
Plus there are the games you carry in your head; twenty questions, I Spy, guess a book character (well, our family plays this game, I’m sure you can work out how). Games, but also education.

We won’t be taking a guitar or keyboard. But we might learn more about music than we have in the previous five years. I don’t know. We’ll see.

While we won’t be cooking as frequently as here, there’ll still be plenty to learn about food. My informal lessons in eating locally and seasonally will continue.

Finally, the older children have requested to take a maths textbook. Heavy as it is, being hard-cover-n-all, we have granted their request. And we’ve thrown in three science courses on CD for good measure. General Science, Physical Science and Biology. These are intended to be a year’s worth of work each, but we just don’t do things by the book, do we? Knowing that the children will not have enough books to poke their noses into (they do that for hours every day at home), it’ll be potentially useful to have these science CDs available for them to immerse themselves in if they want to.
Besides, it gives us a quick-n-easy answer when we’re asked on the run, “What are you doing about the kids’ education?” “We’re taking a maths text book, some science CDs and they’ll write in their journals every day.” That has satisfied everyone so far!

 ** I say “most” because, while the two year old’s favourite activity
is “reading” and the four year old has written down her first recipe,
neither would be considered to be accomplished at either task….yet.

 

real ideal

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

It was not ideal that two-year-old should need to use a toilet as we sat in the middle of Friday afternoon rushhour traffic on the southern motorway trying to escape ourselves from Auckland.
We took the nearest exit and found a suitably private spot for her. Then ignoring both the sign and the wife-pointing-out-what-the-sign-said, The Driver headed back onto the motorway. Northbound. Towards Auckland. Still rushhour. Even less ideal.
Back off the motorway again, and on again, this time in the right direction.
Crawling at barely 30km an hour, wife made a couple of jokes, but met with deadly serious response and so she retreated behind her knitting needles. Although speed increased, the trip still took over three hours. That’s a long time when adult conversation is restricted to route information and the age of the van. As darkness spread itself over the road, a tear trickled down wife’s cheek. She brushed it aside, determined to stop thinking about how boy and girl used to pack so much into the ten minute phone conversation they were allowed to have each day.

So began a bittersweet mournful weekend.

It was lovely to watch the children weaving strands of old friendships tighter.
It was exciting to peek into their adventure land, to climb a mountain, to observe a newly born lamb stagger to its feet for the first time, to zip around the quarry, to eat icecreams.
We were together. Yet we were alone.
They experienced without me.
Not one hug. Not one smile. Hardly even a word.
Of course, the almost uninterrupted adult conversation with friends was fantastic, but the children’s happiness to not-connect, tainted the newfound privilege.

Still, we caught up on journeys, we soaked up the sun, we puzzled over cryptic crosswords, we read out passages of books to each other, we watched a movie, we opened hearts, we threw round ideas.
That was the sweet bit. 

All too soon, the days were up and we were back in the car.
Another long quiet journey ahead.
I immersed myself in my own thoughts. I wrote this post in my head (but now, a day later, it’s not coming out as well as it was written yesterday!)

I determined.
We are not going to travel around the world strangers to each other.
We will connect.
We will grow closer, stronger, tighter.

I will love them.
I will let them know they matter to me.
I will make sure they know I want to hear their thoughts, their hearts.

I realised.
It’s the little things that can make a difference.
As we rise from beds, I will grab eye contact, mouth a greeting, give a word of encouragement. To each one.
It’s actually very easy NOT to do this in a large family. By the time you’ve said your seventh “good morning”, it may be feeling unnecessary, but it’s not unnecessary as far as the eighth person is concerned. Or the ninth or tenth.

I will ask questions.
What did you see today that made you laugh/sigh/shudder/hope?
Did you come across a memorable sight/sound/smell? If so, what?
What did you think about/ponder over/wonder at/learn?
What examples of beauty/service/sacrifice/love did you see?
What inspired you? Gave you courage? Strengthened your faith? Caused you to question? Prompted uneasiness?
What would you like to remember about today in a hundred years’ time?

Not every question every day.
But at least one.

And in the evening, a farewell, a blessing, a prayer breathed over each and every one of them.

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