Bethany’s blog post Deschool Yourself is great, and put me in mind of the beginnings of our homeschooling journey. I read. And brought babies home from the hospital. The younger ones learned how to be kind, to listen to Mom’s voice, how to hold a fork and get the bites mostly inside of the clothing. We learned how to bike, and play music and pray. We went on field trips to the fishing pond and the zoo. Mom read other books. She thought about them. She prayed.
Deschooling is a real thing and it is more important for the Momma in the beginning of stepping away from the rhythm life we call education than for the children sometimes. I was a trained public school teacher and I loved the instant comeraderie I experienced when I was working.Then I came home to a quiet house and new baby on
the way. Asking questions, praying, and finding books which turned me on my ear and challenged my presuppositions are what clinched it.
Here is the book that got me the most mad, I dare ya…read it. A Thomas Jefferson Education.
19 years later, I am now reading these Charlotte Mason A Home Education Series.
Unplug, Mom…and de school.