Re: [AlwaysLearning] Asking
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On Fri, 1 Feb 2002 17:07:04 -0500 "Pat Cald..." <homeschoolmd@...>
writes:
asked. His mom will say "oh my faucet is leaking again" and he'll go
see her, come home, and not have fixed the faucet. I now translate.
David, your mom needs her faucet repaired, can you do it?" No problem.
Some thing happens to him at home though. If I ask him to take the
garbage out ( I always take it out, but *if* ) he would get out the door
and notice the door nob is loose. He would put the garbage bag down by
the door and go to the garage to get a screwdriver. In the garage he
would find the light bulb out, he would (walk past the garbage by the
back door ) come into the house to get a light bulb. In the house he
would notice his cup of coffee and newspaper and sit right down and read
a spell, having left the garage door open, the dog will now be chewing on
his coveralls. When the dog is bored she will find the garbage by the
back door. David will hear the dog and find the garbage bag, now empty,
and come back in to get a new bag. Under the sink he will see the car
wax and remember he meant to wash the car..... Well, now you know why I
take the garbage out. = )
Deb L, who's husband makes dinner and does laundry and sings and dances
all at the same time.
writes:
> The other two womenMy husband will do anything anyone asks. But he really needs to be
> from Venus on this list commented that *their* husbands never have
> to be asked.
>
asked. His mom will say "oh my faucet is leaking again" and he'll go
see her, come home, and not have fixed the faucet. I now translate.
David, your mom needs her faucet repaired, can you do it?" No problem.
Some thing happens to him at home though. If I ask him to take the
garbage out ( I always take it out, but *if* ) he would get out the door
and notice the door nob is loose. He would put the garbage bag down by
the door and go to the garage to get a screwdriver. In the garage he
would find the light bulb out, he would (walk past the garbage by the
back door ) come into the house to get a light bulb. In the house he
would notice his cup of coffee and newspaper and sit right down and read
a spell, having left the garage door open, the dog will now be chewing on
his coveralls. When the dog is bored she will find the garbage by the
back door. David will hear the dog and find the garbage bag, now empty,
and come back in to get a new bag. Under the sink he will see the car
wax and remember he meant to wash the car..... Well, now you know why I
take the garbage out. = )
Deb L, who's husband makes dinner and does laundry and sings and dances
all at the same time.
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Hey, *I* do this:
<< he would get out the door
and notice the door nob is loose. He would put the garbage bag down by
the door and go to the garage to get a screwdriver. In the garage he
would find the light bulb out, he would (walk past the garbage by the
back door ) come into the house to get a light bulb. In the house he
would notice his cup of coffee and newspaper and sit right down and read
a spell, having left the garage door open ...>>
Most of my day was like that! Good thing: I didn't burn the bread.
I've gotten a ton done today, but also have left a trail of The Undone.
And Holly and I were having a LOVELY time, I was sewing, we were watching Top
Hat and SINGING, and she was playing with Marble Works, and rearranging her
stuff, and Keith came in with his swim bag and said "Holly, are you ready?"
Because on Fridays they swim with the homeschoolers.
And Holly and I looked at him, and at each other, and at the clock, and I
said "It's only 2:30!" He said "It's nearly 4:30."
Huh! The battery died in our wall clock. That batter lasted four years, and
died today, while we were having a GREAT time. <g> We had no idea so much
time had passed. So she went merrily to swim.
Sandra
<< he would get out the door
and notice the door nob is loose. He would put the garbage bag down by
the door and go to the garage to get a screwdriver. In the garage he
would find the light bulb out, he would (walk past the garbage by the
back door ) come into the house to get a light bulb. In the house he
would notice his cup of coffee and newspaper and sit right down and read
a spell, having left the garage door open ...>>
Most of my day was like that! Good thing: I didn't burn the bread.
I've gotten a ton done today, but also have left a trail of The Undone.
And Holly and I were having a LOVELY time, I was sewing, we were watching Top
Hat and SINGING, and she was playing with Marble Works, and rearranging her
stuff, and Keith came in with his swim bag and said "Holly, are you ready?"
Because on Fridays they swim with the homeschoolers.
And Holly and I looked at him, and at each other, and at the clock, and I
said "It's only 2:30!" He said "It's nearly 4:30."
Huh! The battery died in our wall clock. That batter lasted four years, and
died today, while we were having a GREAT time. <g> We had no idea so much
time had passed. So she went merrily to swim.
Sandra
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On Fri, 1 Feb 2002 21:06:40 EST SandraDodd@... writes:
This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you probably
will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the other
things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
would remember the way you talk about your kids.
Deb L
> And Holly and I were having a LOVELY time, I was sewing, we wereSandra,
> watching Top
> Hat and SINGING, and she was playing with Marble Works, and
> rearranging her
> stuff, ...
This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you probably
will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the other
things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
would remember the way you talk about your kids.
Deb L
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In a message dated 2/1/02 7:59:30 PM, ddzimlew@... writes:
<< This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you probably
will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the other
things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
would remember the way you talk about your kids. >>
Thanks.
I wish everyone who's wondering whether unschooling could work could meet my
kids and just hang out with them for a few hours. That used to be the local
advice I gave here, when there was an unschooling meeting regularly--COME and
meet the older kids and you'll be sold. They're just so different, so
poised, so real to talk to.
And it's interesting the other people they draw, too. They're good
influences on more structured homeschoolers, when the parents get to know
mine (and some others I'm thinking of in New Mexico) better. Their fears and
expectations thaw out some. And the couple of school kids who hang out here
a lot soften up after the first hour or so. It's sweet to see.
Yesterday there were four teen boys here, and Holly, playing video games in
Kirby's room. They were letting Holly have turns (she's ten) and she was
VERY happy to have come in second on one game, and not lost all of them. (It
was the crazy characters-teams smash brothers?? where you choose characters
from other Nintendo games to be, I think.)
SO there was a lot of yelling from there, and once in a while I'd hear
something I would have liked to have edited out "You 'tard" or "Screw YOU!"
and after a while it got physical between Marty and his (smaller but more
determined) friend Logan, and they were wrestling and pinning each other, so
I was alert to listen for anyone getting hurt or angry. But through it all I
was thinking how much truly exuberant fun they were having. There were no
victims. They were all having honest, clean, safe (relatively, they were
wrestling on a bed and on carpet, in the presence of others with a mom two
rooms away) fun. If anyone HAD started to have hurt feelings, Kirby would
have been the first to make things right.
Here's something very cool about them: They will tell neat stories about
each other. They're no so needy of attention and validation that their
stories are usually about themselves. It's common for Kirby to come home
when they've been out and tell me smething really smooth Marty did, or
something nice someone said about Holly, and so forth throughout the group.
And their friends, too.
Last night Kirby was at anime club. His friends are starting to drive now,
and one (schooled kid, who loves school for band and an after-school
accelerated Japanese class, and because he's an only child and really enjoys
the other people) brought him and another homeschooler home and they're all
in Kirby's room asleep. So he got back who-knows when (4:00 probably), but I
knew where he was (at Lobo Comics), who he was with (and had two cell phone
numbers) and wher he is right now.
When other parents want ideas and reject all mine, it's a mystery. They want
me to tell them how their kids can be as trustworthy as mine without them
trusting them. And they want to know how their kids can be as direct as mine
without the parents allowing directness, etc.
Thanks for the compliment.
Sandra
<< This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you probably
will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the other
things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
would remember the way you talk about your kids. >>
Thanks.
I wish everyone who's wondering whether unschooling could work could meet my
kids and just hang out with them for a few hours. That used to be the local
advice I gave here, when there was an unschooling meeting regularly--COME and
meet the older kids and you'll be sold. They're just so different, so
poised, so real to talk to.
And it's interesting the other people they draw, too. They're good
influences on more structured homeschoolers, when the parents get to know
mine (and some others I'm thinking of in New Mexico) better. Their fears and
expectations thaw out some. And the couple of school kids who hang out here
a lot soften up after the first hour or so. It's sweet to see.
Yesterday there were four teen boys here, and Holly, playing video games in
Kirby's room. They were letting Holly have turns (she's ten) and she was
VERY happy to have come in second on one game, and not lost all of them. (It
was the crazy characters-teams smash brothers?? where you choose characters
from other Nintendo games to be, I think.)
SO there was a lot of yelling from there, and once in a while I'd hear
something I would have liked to have edited out "You 'tard" or "Screw YOU!"
and after a while it got physical between Marty and his (smaller but more
determined) friend Logan, and they were wrestling and pinning each other, so
I was alert to listen for anyone getting hurt or angry. But through it all I
was thinking how much truly exuberant fun they were having. There were no
victims. They were all having honest, clean, safe (relatively, they were
wrestling on a bed and on carpet, in the presence of others with a mom two
rooms away) fun. If anyone HAD started to have hurt feelings, Kirby would
have been the first to make things right.
Here's something very cool about them: They will tell neat stories about
each other. They're no so needy of attention and validation that their
stories are usually about themselves. It's common for Kirby to come home
when they've been out and tell me smething really smooth Marty did, or
something nice someone said about Holly, and so forth throughout the group.
And their friends, too.
Last night Kirby was at anime club. His friends are starting to drive now,
and one (schooled kid, who loves school for band and an after-school
accelerated Japanese class, and because he's an only child and really enjoys
the other people) brought him and another homeschooler home and they're all
in Kirby's room asleep. So he got back who-knows when (4:00 probably), but I
knew where he was (at Lobo Comics), who he was with (and had two cell phone
numbers) and wher he is right now.
When other parents want ideas and reject all mine, it's a mystery. They want
me to tell them how their kids can be as trustworthy as mine without them
trusting them. And they want to know how their kids can be as direct as mine
without the parents allowing directness, etc.
Thanks for the compliment.
Sandra
[email protected]
In a message dated 02/02/2002 8:07:40 AM Eastern Standard Time,
[email protected] writes:
unschoolers. I'm tired of people talking about their children in terms of
their disabilities ("He's ADD.") or limitations, and just not seeming to like
their children. I think liking your children is the biggest requirement to
unschooling. Should be a requirement for having them, I think. And what
does it do to a kid who's told, "Well, unschooling is fine for your siblings,
but not for you, because you're just not capable/ready/whatever."?
Sorry...it's just been driving me crazy.
It means a lot to me when I read these posts and can see how much you all
ENJOY your kids.
Kathryn Baptista
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[email protected] writes:
> > And Holly and I were having a LOVELY time, I was sewing, we wereAnd that's one of the frustrations I have with some other alleged
> > watching Top
> > Hat and SINGING, and she was playing with Marble Works, and
> > rearranging her
> > stuff, ...
>
> Sandra,
> This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
> about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you probably
> will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the other
> things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
> would remember the way you talk about your kids.
>
>
unschoolers. I'm tired of people talking about their children in terms of
their disabilities ("He's ADD.") or limitations, and just not seeming to like
their children. I think liking your children is the biggest requirement to
unschooling. Should be a requirement for having them, I think. And what
does it do to a kid who's told, "Well, unschooling is fine for your siblings,
but not for you, because you're just not capable/ready/whatever."?
Sorry...it's just been driving me crazy.
It means a lot to me when I read these posts and can see how much you all
ENJOY your kids.
Kathryn Baptista
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Elizabeth Hill
KathrynJB@... wrote:
If we ever have a magazine-style quiz, "Is Unschooling Right for You?",
one of the first questions should be "Do you enjoy your kids?".
Followed by "Do you have a sense of awe when you see your children
developing?" And "Do you find the learning abilities of the human mind
to be amazing?"
I don't think I could unschool if I didn't think that my son already had
amazing mojo working inside his head. (And I think every kid has it.)
Betsy
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>I agree so much.
> > Sandra,
> > This is why I respect you. You speak with such respect and real joy
>
> > about your kids. Even if you were kicking my ass, ( and you
> probably
> > will<g>) and I was madder than mad, and couldn't remember all the
> other
> > things I respect about you as an experienced unschooling parent, I
>
> > would remember the way you talk about your kids.
> >
> >
>
> And that's one of the frustrations I have with some other alleged
> unschoolers. I'm tired of people talking about their children in terms
> of
> their disabilities ("He's ADD.") or limitations, and just not seeming
> to like
> their children. I think liking your children is the biggest
> requirement to
> unschooling. Should be a requirement for having them, I think.
If we ever have a magazine-style quiz, "Is Unschooling Right for You?",
one of the first questions should be "Do you enjoy your kids?".
Followed by "Do you have a sense of awe when you see your children
developing?" And "Do you find the learning abilities of the human mind
to be amazing?"
I don't think I could unschool if I didn't think that my son already had
amazing mojo working inside his head. (And I think every kid has it.)
Betsy
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