On becoming a YES parent
diana
The greatest gift I received at the conference was the challenge and
permission to become a YES parent. I attended the conference with
someone who had never heard of unschooling until we met 10 weeks
ago. We climb into the car after the conference and he admits, "I'm
really uncomfortable with the whole 'just say yes' thing. How can
you really raise kids without telling them no; isn't it the same
thing as letting them run all over you?" I had to really think about
that... luckily he was my captive audience for the trip home and I
would have lots of time to form my answer. What I realized is that
it's not really about saying yes; as if saying yes is the symptom of
my examination of every no in my book. I need to look at every
single knee-jerk no that is about to escape my lips, what is behind
it? Fear? Distraction? Most of the time, it is one of those two
things... Do I want to spend my life with my child being afraid? Do
I want to spend it being distracted? Saying yes to my child forces
me to be present and forces the voices of fear to quiet, even just
for a moment. I will say no again, I just know it... but it will
really mean something because my children will understand it is a
truly thoughtful response and not just the first one.
After 4+ more days of vacation after the conference, four+ days of
Yes practice, I noticed an amazing shift in my children. They
became YES kids <bg> The selfishness and knee-jerk screeches were
diminished... they felt good giving each other the gift of Yes.
Just for today, say YES!
~diana :)
For all that has been, I say THANKS.
For all that is to be, I say YES!
permission to become a YES parent. I attended the conference with
someone who had never heard of unschooling until we met 10 weeks
ago. We climb into the car after the conference and he admits, "I'm
really uncomfortable with the whole 'just say yes' thing. How can
you really raise kids without telling them no; isn't it the same
thing as letting them run all over you?" I had to really think about
that... luckily he was my captive audience for the trip home and I
would have lots of time to form my answer. What I realized is that
it's not really about saying yes; as if saying yes is the symptom of
my examination of every no in my book. I need to look at every
single knee-jerk no that is about to escape my lips, what is behind
it? Fear? Distraction? Most of the time, it is one of those two
things... Do I want to spend my life with my child being afraid? Do
I want to spend it being distracted? Saying yes to my child forces
me to be present and forces the voices of fear to quiet, even just
for a moment. I will say no again, I just know it... but it will
really mean something because my children will understand it is a
truly thoughtful response and not just the first one.
After 4+ more days of vacation after the conference, four+ days of
Yes practice, I noticed an amazing shift in my children. They
became YES kids <bg> The selfishness and knee-jerk screeches were
diminished... they felt good giving each other the gift of Yes.
Just for today, say YES!
~diana :)
For all that has been, I say THANKS.
For all that is to be, I say YES!
diana
Well, that was what it *feels* like, I should show you what it
*looks* like :)
Pre-conference: Hayden and gas stations and mom's bad attitude: He
MUST go in, he MUST look at ALL the candy available, he MUST compare
the prices to get the best deal, he MUST tell me what everyone he
knows would buy if they were in the store, this MUST last 15 minutes
even when we have 3, I must SIGH and roll my eyes and rush him right
along.
Post-conference: Hayden and gas stations and mom's YES attitude:
Hayden, come on out, we're at the gas station, doncha want a treat?
<bg> We'll be sure to tell Lincoln that we thought of him when we saw
that candy in New York. At one stop he had only a quarter to spend
(the atm was out of order, I had NO cash), I tried for 15 minutes to
convince him [blah, blah, blah, blah at its finest] there was nothing
in the entire place for 25 cents, not even one machine. A man walked
by and said "good luck mommy" and it was enough of a distradtion for
me to realize exactly what I needed to do, I let Hayden go into the
store and look around, while I took a deep breath. I gently
suggested he ask the clerk what was available for him... the clerk
sadly said no and we left. We got in the car, he was disappointed,
but not in me ~ I got the chance to listen and empathize, be on his
team. We drove on and fantasized of what we would get at the next
rest stop with a working atm, what would we get if we won the NY
Lottery, would it change our vacation plans?
Diana's SPAM adventure: As we were totally wiped out overwhelmed and
200 miles from home on Thursday morning, I said YES to the SPAM
Museum in Austin, MN. (yes, that Some Parts Are Meat stuff in the
blue can, they have a museum) Hayden and David were revved but Hannah
had just awakened and a museum was not high on her list of wants for
the day. I stayed in the car with her, I knew David would come out
and tell us if it was cool and would even take a shift in the car
with her so I could go in with Hayden. As soon as it was understood
that she did indeed receive a YES you can stay in the car and not go
in, she says, "you're a YES mom and I want to be a YES daughter so
let's go in." We had a great time, it is corny and funny, you should
see us in our SPAM assembly line outfits! I even went so far as to
accept a few samples... my lifetime quota has been met, but I'm a
team player!
:) diana
*looks* like :)
Pre-conference: Hayden and gas stations and mom's bad attitude: He
MUST go in, he MUST look at ALL the candy available, he MUST compare
the prices to get the best deal, he MUST tell me what everyone he
knows would buy if they were in the store, this MUST last 15 minutes
even when we have 3, I must SIGH and roll my eyes and rush him right
along.
Post-conference: Hayden and gas stations and mom's YES attitude:
Hayden, come on out, we're at the gas station, doncha want a treat?
<bg> We'll be sure to tell Lincoln that we thought of him when we saw
that candy in New York. At one stop he had only a quarter to spend
(the atm was out of order, I had NO cash), I tried for 15 minutes to
convince him [blah, blah, blah, blah at its finest] there was nothing
in the entire place for 25 cents, not even one machine. A man walked
by and said "good luck mommy" and it was enough of a distradtion for
me to realize exactly what I needed to do, I let Hayden go into the
store and look around, while I took a deep breath. I gently
suggested he ask the clerk what was available for him... the clerk
sadly said no and we left. We got in the car, he was disappointed,
but not in me ~ I got the chance to listen and empathize, be on his
team. We drove on and fantasized of what we would get at the next
rest stop with a working atm, what would we get if we won the NY
Lottery, would it change our vacation plans?
Diana's SPAM adventure: As we were totally wiped out overwhelmed and
200 miles from home on Thursday morning, I said YES to the SPAM
Museum in Austin, MN. (yes, that Some Parts Are Meat stuff in the
blue can, they have a museum) Hayden and David were revved but Hannah
had just awakened and a museum was not high on her list of wants for
the day. I stayed in the car with her, I knew David would come out
and tell us if it was cool and would even take a shift in the car
with her so I could go in with Hayden. As soon as it was understood
that she did indeed receive a YES you can stay in the car and not go
in, she says, "you're a YES mom and I want to be a YES daughter so
let's go in." We had a great time, it is corny and funny, you should
see us in our SPAM assembly line outfits! I even went so far as to
accept a few samples... my lifetime quota has been met, but I'm a
team player!
:) diana
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In a message dated 9/3/04 5:13:22 PM, hahamommy@... writes:
<< We climb into the car after the conference and he admits, "I'm
really uncomfortable with the whole 'just say yes' thing. How can
you really raise kids without telling them no; isn't it the same
thing as letting them run all over you?" >>
Before I even read the rest of what Diana wrote, I feel compelled to say that
I don't think anyone has ever advocated "just say yes," and I know it might
be exaggeration for humorous effect, but if anyone reads it without that
thought. . .
Don't say no for arbitrary reasons.
Don't say no when the yes won't hurt anything.
But "just say yes" is causing some concern and confusion. Some people seem
perhaps to think a blanket 'yes' in the morning ("Go forth and do whatever you
want to do") is the same as considering each moment's request and advising
kids whether it's a good idea, a good time for whatever it is, a good way to do
it, etc.
Now I've read the next part of Diana's report, and I feel much better. The
reason I'm still going to post what's above is because of a couple of
conversations at the conference.
-=-What I realized is that
it's not really about saying yes; as if saying yes is the symptom of
my examination of every no in my book. I need to look at every
single knee-jerk no that is about to escape my lips, what is behind
it? Fear? Distraction? Most of the time, it is one of those two
things... Do I want to spend my life with my child being afraid? Do
I want to spend it being distracted? -=-
Knee-jerk no's are bad.
Yes. <g>
-=-I will say no again, I just know it... but it will
really mean something because my children will understand it is a
truly thoughtful response and not just the first one. -=-
That's true, and my kids will take no.
I told Marty just ten minutes ago that he could do something I'm worried
about. He said, "You can say no, mom."
"But I'm saying yes because I love you, and because I don't want you to
become sneaky and resentful."
"You don't know that will happen."
"But it MIGHT. And I don't want it to."
We were being very light about the whole thing, joking, but when he said "You
can say no," he wasn't joking.
-=-After 4+ more days of vacation after the conference, four+ days of
Yes practice, I noticed an amazing shift in my children. They
became YES kids <bg> The selfishness and knee-jerk screeches were
diminished... they felt good giving each other the gift of Yes.
-=-Just for today, say YES!-=-
Diana's children were some of my kids' favorite buddies at the conference.
It was strange, overall, to be around people in so many stages of desire to
change, and implementation of new ideas.
Some kids seemed to be too unsupervised.
Some were entirely unsupervised, but it didn't seem like it (because they
weren't standing out as in need of supervision).
Marty told me and Joyce (and Kathryn F. and Holly D.) that of all the kids
who were there, there were only three or so he wouldn't have chosen to hang out
with. A couple of older boys (I suspect had been to school, and one Marty
said hadn't really wanted to attend the conference) did some posturing and Marty
was unimpressed.
In the real world, that's not bad stats at all, three out of... how many
kids? Nearly 200?
But unschooling conferences are a rarified special corner of the real world,
and there are people there in decision-making mode (especially, maybe, dads,
and there were lots of those--65 at the all-dads/only dads meeting), and when
some perceived that some parents were giving blanket "yes" without judgment, it
might've (did in a case or two) made them nervous.
Yet for every story of questionable behavior, I probably heard three glowing
reports of generosity, courtesy, older kids helping younger ones, kids hanging
out with adults without any awkwardness, etc. So it wasn't a big problem at
all. It was a little twitch some people commented on.
Sandra
<< We climb into the car after the conference and he admits, "I'm
really uncomfortable with the whole 'just say yes' thing. How can
you really raise kids without telling them no; isn't it the same
thing as letting them run all over you?" >>
Before I even read the rest of what Diana wrote, I feel compelled to say that
I don't think anyone has ever advocated "just say yes," and I know it might
be exaggeration for humorous effect, but if anyone reads it without that
thought. . .
Don't say no for arbitrary reasons.
Don't say no when the yes won't hurt anything.
But "just say yes" is causing some concern and confusion. Some people seem
perhaps to think a blanket 'yes' in the morning ("Go forth and do whatever you
want to do") is the same as considering each moment's request and advising
kids whether it's a good idea, a good time for whatever it is, a good way to do
it, etc.
Now I've read the next part of Diana's report, and I feel much better. The
reason I'm still going to post what's above is because of a couple of
conversations at the conference.
-=-What I realized is that
it's not really about saying yes; as if saying yes is the symptom of
my examination of every no in my book. I need to look at every
single knee-jerk no that is about to escape my lips, what is behind
it? Fear? Distraction? Most of the time, it is one of those two
things... Do I want to spend my life with my child being afraid? Do
I want to spend it being distracted? -=-
Knee-jerk no's are bad.
Yes. <g>
-=-I will say no again, I just know it... but it will
really mean something because my children will understand it is a
truly thoughtful response and not just the first one. -=-
That's true, and my kids will take no.
I told Marty just ten minutes ago that he could do something I'm worried
about. He said, "You can say no, mom."
"But I'm saying yes because I love you, and because I don't want you to
become sneaky and resentful."
"You don't know that will happen."
"But it MIGHT. And I don't want it to."
We were being very light about the whole thing, joking, but when he said "You
can say no," he wasn't joking.
-=-After 4+ more days of vacation after the conference, four+ days of
Yes practice, I noticed an amazing shift in my children. They
became YES kids <bg> The selfishness and knee-jerk screeches were
diminished... they felt good giving each other the gift of Yes.
-=-Just for today, say YES!-=-
Diana's children were some of my kids' favorite buddies at the conference.
It was strange, overall, to be around people in so many stages of desire to
change, and implementation of new ideas.
Some kids seemed to be too unsupervised.
Some were entirely unsupervised, but it didn't seem like it (because they
weren't standing out as in need of supervision).
Marty told me and Joyce (and Kathryn F. and Holly D.) that of all the kids
who were there, there were only three or so he wouldn't have chosen to hang out
with. A couple of older boys (I suspect had been to school, and one Marty
said hadn't really wanted to attend the conference) did some posturing and Marty
was unimpressed.
In the real world, that's not bad stats at all, three out of... how many
kids? Nearly 200?
But unschooling conferences are a rarified special corner of the real world,
and there are people there in decision-making mode (especially, maybe, dads,
and there were lots of those--65 at the all-dads/only dads meeting), and when
some perceived that some parents were giving blanket "yes" without judgment, it
might've (did in a case or two) made them nervous.
Yet for every story of questionable behavior, I probably heard three glowing
reports of generosity, courtesy, older kids helping younger ones, kids hanging
out with adults without any awkwardness, etc. So it wasn't a big problem at
all. It was a little twitch some people commented on.
Sandra
Lisa H
Diana,
I adore your 'yes' story.
When we left you guys at the restaurant Sunday evening Fire wanted ice
cream. We said yes to her and said we would stop at the first rest area
along the way so she could get some. She fell asleep.
When she woke up the next morning in her own bed the first words out of her
mouth were disappointment that she didn't get her ice cream. So i asked her
if she would like ice cream for breakfast. Her eyes lit up and she asked
"can i really?' "Of course," i said. She said she would like ice cream for
breakfast lunch and dinner and snack as well. Why not? What a delightful
day she had. Everytime she said she was hungry we had this wonderful
excitement together when she realized she could have exactly what she
wanted.
In the evening when my sister called and Fire told her she had eaten ice
cream all day long, for breakfast, lunch and dinner and even snack, my
sister asked me what kind of mother i was. The answer, "the best, most
wonderful mother in the whole wide world." What could she say to that.
In our home, saying Yes is about finding solutions that work for everyone.
When my kids feel threatened that what they want will not happen they *may*
become difficult and obstinate and angry human beings - they've never had to
supress their feelings so they'll let us know what's on their mind. Once
they recognize that we are all finding a way to make what we all want happen
they become confident creative joyful participants in solving and resolving
situations.
I do hope David learns that *he* is entilted to "yes" (or no) without
feeling guilty that he may be percieved as running over another person. I
noticed his frustration when Fire was teasing him. Instead of directly
asking her to stop he played sad and coy. When asked directly if he would
prefer that she not tease him he was seemed surprised by her responsiveness
to the sincerity of his request. I don't think people are raised to believe
that having what you want is a simple as asking for it. I hope my kids
don't have to manipulate and play act in order to get what they want.
I am babbling now...my mind is still spinning from all that i witnessed over
the weekend. What a great place to be. We are already talking about next
year in Pensacola.
See you there.
Lisa Heyman
I adore your 'yes' story.
When we left you guys at the restaurant Sunday evening Fire wanted ice
cream. We said yes to her and said we would stop at the first rest area
along the way so she could get some. She fell asleep.
When she woke up the next morning in her own bed the first words out of her
mouth were disappointment that she didn't get her ice cream. So i asked her
if she would like ice cream for breakfast. Her eyes lit up and she asked
"can i really?' "Of course," i said. She said she would like ice cream for
breakfast lunch and dinner and snack as well. Why not? What a delightful
day she had. Everytime she said she was hungry we had this wonderful
excitement together when she realized she could have exactly what she
wanted.
In the evening when my sister called and Fire told her she had eaten ice
cream all day long, for breakfast, lunch and dinner and even snack, my
sister asked me what kind of mother i was. The answer, "the best, most
wonderful mother in the whole wide world." What could she say to that.
In our home, saying Yes is about finding solutions that work for everyone.
When my kids feel threatened that what they want will not happen they *may*
become difficult and obstinate and angry human beings - they've never had to
supress their feelings so they'll let us know what's on their mind. Once
they recognize that we are all finding a way to make what we all want happen
they become confident creative joyful participants in solving and resolving
situations.
I do hope David learns that *he* is entilted to "yes" (or no) without
feeling guilty that he may be percieved as running over another person. I
noticed his frustration when Fire was teasing him. Instead of directly
asking her to stop he played sad and coy. When asked directly if he would
prefer that she not tease him he was seemed surprised by her responsiveness
to the sincerity of his request. I don't think people are raised to believe
that having what you want is a simple as asking for it. I hope my kids
don't have to manipulate and play act in order to get what they want.
I am babbling now...my mind is still spinning from all that i witnessed over
the weekend. What a great place to be. We are already talking about next
year in Pensacola.
See you there.
Lisa Heyman
Lisa H
Fire just announced she wanted to change her name again.
We have "Joy."
Lisa Heyman
mother to Roxanne and Joy (previously known as Fire)
We have "Joy."
Lisa Heyman
mother to Roxanne and Joy (previously known as Fire)
[email protected]
In a message dated 9/3/04 5:36:49 PM, hahamommy@... writes:
<< Hayden and gas stations and mom's YES attitude: >>
I want to tell a really nice Joyce Fetteroll story, about a gas station. <g>
We were looking for the Higgins Armory Museum in Worcester on Tuesday after
the conference. The Mapquest directions were iffy, and we were a little lost,
so Joyce stopped at an old-style corner filling station/convenience store to
ask directions. Holly wanted candy cigarettes. She had a pack years ago in
Minnesota, and we never do find them in Albuquerque. I had told them how common
they were when I was a kid.
I bought her two packs. She shared them around. She had fun. She played.
She realized she was going to need more. (We made jokes about her toy
cigarette addiction, and how she'd need a sugar patch or corn-syrup patch to wean
herself off of them later.)
Holly asked if she could go back and get more.
Joyce willingly (and efficiently) found the filling station, and where Holly
bought several more packs.
That was nice of Joyce to do, along with the other larger nice of cheerfully
taking us to whatever museum I had thought might be fun (and far away). We
saw Hammond Castle and the Peabody Essex on Monday, Higgins Armory and candy
cigarettes on Tuesday (and a cemetery, but Holly stayed at the house out of fear
of mosquitos). Wednesday, my longtime dream museum, the National Plastics
Museum, which was Holly's favorite and Marty has talked it up too. I was pretty
confident that it would be cool, but was relieved that other people thought
so too.
So Joyce did a lot of "Sure, okay" kind of "yes" stuff to foreign guests, and
I really appreciated it.
Sandra
<< Hayden and gas stations and mom's YES attitude: >>
I want to tell a really nice Joyce Fetteroll story, about a gas station. <g>
We were looking for the Higgins Armory Museum in Worcester on Tuesday after
the conference. The Mapquest directions were iffy, and we were a little lost,
so Joyce stopped at an old-style corner filling station/convenience store to
ask directions. Holly wanted candy cigarettes. She had a pack years ago in
Minnesota, and we never do find them in Albuquerque. I had told them how common
they were when I was a kid.
I bought her two packs. She shared them around. She had fun. She played.
She realized she was going to need more. (We made jokes about her toy
cigarette addiction, and how she'd need a sugar patch or corn-syrup patch to wean
herself off of them later.)
Holly asked if she could go back and get more.
Joyce willingly (and efficiently) found the filling station, and where Holly
bought several more packs.
That was nice of Joyce to do, along with the other larger nice of cheerfully
taking us to whatever museum I had thought might be fun (and far away). We
saw Hammond Castle and the Peabody Essex on Monday, Higgins Armory and candy
cigarettes on Tuesday (and a cemetery, but Holly stayed at the house out of fear
of mosquitos). Wednesday, my longtime dream museum, the National Plastics
Museum, which was Holly's favorite and Marty has talked it up too. I was pretty
confident that it would be cool, but was relieved that other people thought
so too.
So Joyce did a lot of "Sure, okay" kind of "yes" stuff to foreign guests, and
I really appreciated it.
Sandra
Julie
*** I need to look at every single knee-jerk no that is about to escape my
lips, what is behind
it? ***
Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! <bg>
I have been doing this for a month or so after realizing how often and
thoughtlessly I said no. It has made such a huge difference in our lives.
And I'm seeing it mirrored back to me in the way the kids listen and respond
to me and each other.
Julie, wishing I could have been at the conference instead of thousands of
miles across the ocean.
lips, what is behind
it? ***
Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! <bg>
I have been doing this for a month or so after realizing how often and
thoughtlessly I said no. It has made such a huge difference in our lives.
And I'm seeing it mirrored back to me in the way the kids listen and respond
to me and each other.
Julie, wishing I could have been at the conference instead of thousands of
miles across the ocean.
nellebelle
When we went to Mexico they sold candy cigarettes at the panaderia (bakery).
I also remembered them from my childhood. My kids had a lot of fun with
them. We have very few family or friends who smoke. The few who do know
that we don't allow it inside our house. I'm not worried about the candy
cigarettes leading to 'harder stuff', but the joke about the corn syrup
patch is cute. I'll tell that to my girls.
Mary Ellen
I also remembered them from my childhood. My kids had a lot of fun with
them. We have very few family or friends who smoke. The few who do know
that we don't allow it inside our house. I'm not worried about the candy
cigarettes leading to 'harder stuff', but the joke about the corn syrup
patch is cute. I'll tell that to my girls.
Mary Ellen
Elizabeth Hill
** Diana's SPAM adventure: As we were totally wiped out overwhelmed and
200 miles from home on Thursday morning, I said YES to the SPAM
Museum in Austin, MN. (yes, that Some Parts Are Meat stuff in the
blue can, they have a museum) Hayden and David were revved but Hannah
had just awakened and a museum was not high on her list of wants for
the day. I stayed in the car with her, I knew David would come out
and tell us if it was cool and would even take a shift in the car
with her so I could go in with Hayden. As soon as it was understood
that she did indeed receive a YES you can stay in the car and not go
in, she says, "you're a YES mom and I want to be a YES daughter so
let's go in." We had a great time, it is corny and funny, you should
see us in our SPAM assembly line outfits! I even went so far as to
accept a few samples... my lifetime quota has been met, but I'm a
team player! **
This is a really neat example, and I totally relate to it.
Before kids, there were sometimes calls from in-laws "So and so is
visiting from out of town tomorrow, come on down and be with us
Saturday." And I would already have plans that I was excited about.
And I didn't want to go. And I needed my husband to say "you don't have
to go." Once he said that, I could usually get unstuck and workout a
creative solution or compromise that worked. But until I felt that I
was allowed to say "no", I couldn't choose "yes". I couldn't positively
CHOOSE something if I felt I was being given no choice.
Betsy
200 miles from home on Thursday morning, I said YES to the SPAM
Museum in Austin, MN. (yes, that Some Parts Are Meat stuff in the
blue can, they have a museum) Hayden and David were revved but Hannah
had just awakened and a museum was not high on her list of wants for
the day. I stayed in the car with her, I knew David would come out
and tell us if it was cool and would even take a shift in the car
with her so I could go in with Hayden. As soon as it was understood
that she did indeed receive a YES you can stay in the car and not go
in, she says, "you're a YES mom and I want to be a YES daughter so
let's go in." We had a great time, it is corny and funny, you should
see us in our SPAM assembly line outfits! I even went so far as to
accept a few samples... my lifetime quota has been met, but I'm a
team player! **
This is a really neat example, and I totally relate to it.
Before kids, there were sometimes calls from in-laws "So and so is
visiting from out of town tomorrow, come on down and be with us
Saturday." And I would already have plans that I was excited about.
And I didn't want to go. And I needed my husband to say "you don't have
to go." Once he said that, I could usually get unstuck and workout a
creative solution or compromise that worked. But until I felt that I
was allowed to say "no", I couldn't choose "yes". I couldn't positively
CHOOSE something if I felt I was being given no choice.
Betsy
diana jenner
----- Original Message -----
From: "Lisa H" <Lmanathome@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Friday, 03 September, 2004 9:37 PM
Subject: [UnschoolingDiscussion] Re: On becoming a YES parent
> I do hope David learns that *he* is entilted to "yes" (or no) without
> feeling guilty that he may be percieved as running over another person. I
> noticed his frustration when Fire was teasing him. Instead of directly
> asking her to stop he played sad and coy. When asked directly if he would
> prefer that she not tease him he was seemed surprised by her
responsiveness
> to the sincerity of his request. I don't think people are raised to
believe
> that having what you want is a simple as asking for it. I hope my kids
> don't have to manipulate and play act in order to get what they want.
*************************
Oh I'm so glad you broght this up... we discussed it on the way home :) He
was so surprised by what happens when you tell kids the truth! He wants to
know what you whispered to Fire to get her to stop ~ I suspected an empathy
statement, like, "YOU sure wouldn't like it, neither does David" or maybe it
was just as simple as, "He's playing silly, but it really hurts his
feelings"
To fill in the rest of you, David was my co-pilot for the trip (our
relationship remains undefined) who had never heard of unschooling before we
met in July and had no idea what he would experience at an unschooling
conference. The young girls (6-9ish) thought it was funny to taunt him and
call him a baby. He responded quite funnily with his mock-sad faces, though
he really wanted the girls to stop, he never said so to them directly. I'm
not sure what his thoughts were, maybe he expected the mommies to jump in,
but I was giving him wide berth to put a stop to it on his own terms, to
speak up about his own needs and as an adult, he didn't quite know what to
do... Which is where Lisa stepped in and whispered something (???) to Fire
and the whole thing stopped and the rest of the night was wonderful! :)
Amazing, just amazing.
~diana :)
To all that has been, I say THANKS!
For all that is to be, I say YES!
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