What do you DO when You do School? – Part 1 – Together Time

I’ve asked this question of so many gracious moms through the years, and learned so much from their patient wisdom. It feels weird to have people asking this question of me, and even stranger to feel like I can actually formulate an intelligible answer. However, we’ve been “doing school” at home for over ten years now, and I have at least figured out a few things about how to structure homeschooling in a way that works pretty well for us. It occurred to me recently as I was talking with another mom that maybe I should put some thoughts in writing, since I do have this blog I’ve been neglecting.

Let me begin with what I consider, in practical and philosophical terms, to be the most important part of the daily academic and character building journey taking place between me and my sons. It involves the part of learning that I don’t feel can be replicated through any sort of classroom experience, written work, or computer program, and in my opinion should never take a backseat to anything that can. A close brush with death via MRSA in 2006 brought me to grips with the fact that most of what I do with my children could be handled by someone else, and that only my relationship with them and my unique influence in their lives would truly be irreplaceable if they no longer had me. However, I struggled with how to make deep connections a priority when I felt that other things had to be accomplished. Eventually it dawned on me that I needed to literally put first things first. I started to find my homeschooling stride, when I made the choice to consistently start our days with “together time” rather than leaving it subject to whatever energy remained after the daily desk-work battle.

Together time happens in the living room each morning when the boys and I gather for about 90 minutes to pray, read, and talk. On an ideal day, everyone arrives by 9:00 with their assignment sheet, Bible, pencil, reading material, and choice of hot beverage in hand. (Ideal days happen about twice a year, but if we’re set by about 9:10 with brushed teeth and decent attitudes, we call it a success.) Our first order of business is to pray – everyone takes a turn. After praying we discuss our overall plan for the day and any necessary adjustments to our usual routine. Then we read at least one chapter of the Bible. Generally we pick one or two points to discuss, but we don’t belabor anything unless a discussion emerges that becomes engaging for everyone. Next, we read a selection or two taken from the history and literature assignments to be covered for the week. Our core curriculum (Tapestry of Grace) is designed so that the boys are studying the same historical period each week, which means that anything we read aloud is beneficial for all of them academically, even if the selection isn’t designated for their level. I choose the books that I think will be most enjoyable and generate the most stimulating conversation. At this stage in our journey – with two in middle school and one in high school – our discussions have begun to involve wrestling with the weightier issues we encounter. Sometimes in history we hash through really nice topics like global war, genocide, and slavery, but thankfully we also have the opportunity to discuss admirable qualities in historical leaders and rejoice in past triumphs of good over evil. From our literature reading, I try to encourage the boys to consider the way characters’ choices are portrayed and the message conveyed by the author through how those choices turn out. Otherwise we discuss whatever seems relevant, and that can cover just about anything. In short, we’re learning together, and my role is to gently encourage them to think more carefully and deeply. Over the course of months and years, and by God’s grace, my goal is to help them develop the necessary balance between appropriately critical yet gracious thinking. The best comprehension questions in a textbook can never take them as far toward that equilibrium as a parent can.

Some of the friends I have in mind as I write this are wondering how on earth you get to analyzing literary characters when you can’t read three sentences without a child interrupting to ask if they had Cheerios in China and whether silk worms will grow a new head if you cut them in half with a shovel because Johnny said that earthworms…. You know I’m not making this up! The lofty answer is that it takes time, training, and consistency. In practical terms you obviously can’t start with a 90-minute session and you have to learn to embrace the questions about chopping up worms. This did not come naturally for me, but when mine were little the Five in a Row (FIAR) program taught me how to enjoy quality children’s literature and cope with the rabbit trails that led to headless worms. I’m not a crafty mom, so I never did many of the activities they suggested, but I learned how to unpack the gems in children’s books and turn them into meaningful discussions about subjects I never would have thought to address otherwise. Let me just insert too, that it’s never too early to start asking whether characters in stories made good choices. Those vicarious lessons are invaluable for character development. FIAR also taught me to embrace the joy in repetition for young children. They need it. They need it. They need it. The key is choosing quality books that will engage interest while expanding horizons. The best book choices aren’t always obvious, and they probably aren’t the ones your children would choose for themselves, but there are plenty of tired-and-true lists available. This is a time when you have to be the parent and make the choices, which will pay off later when reading assignments that aren’t as enjoyable have to be tackled. Learning to enjoy and discuss ideas presented in the form of books is a process, but it opens so many doors to other lessons for your children that it’s worth the perseverance, especially for those least prone to embrace it naturally…those who would rather climb the walls…

If you’ve made it this far and you’re thinking you’d actually be happy to embrace a discussion of Cheerios in China, but you can’t even get everyone to sit still on the sofa – you’re starting where I was. When I said it was time to read, my children heard, “Dog pile on the couch! Whoever can hold out the longest in the pushing and shoving match will have the most fun!” So, on the advice of a wise older mom, I backed up in the training process and assigned seats with shortest ones closest to me and allowed no negotiation over positions – same spots every day. We practiced just sitting still in that arrangement until we could all make it to five minutes on the timer before we tried to actually read. (This is great practice for sitting still in other situations too.) It only took a few days and some occasional reminders to make it work. I would start with the shortest and most engaging books and the reading would grow increasingly complex as I worked through the pile in my lap. The younger ones were given permission to leave when we reached a reasonable threshold for their attention spans, which grew by leaps and bounds as they acquired a taste for good stories. The ability to listen attentively and think quietly is one that develops with practice even in the most kinesthetic learners and will serve them so well in later studies which rely heavily on auditory leaning skills.

So….Once we’re done with our daily together time, the boys move on to more independent work, which I’ll discuss in the next post, because this one has gotten too long.

But, writing all of this made me sentimental and I started sorting through old photos…. Here’s what my cute little pupils looked like when my oldest was in first grade.

Sadly, I don’t seem to have any pictures of myself reading to these guys….you would think in hundreds of hours…. but who was around to take a picture? We were busy with the books! Fortunately, I don’t need the pictures; I have deep precious memories. I can get choked up just looking back over our favorite books and remembering how it felt to have them snuggled in beside me! If you have little ones…get on the sofa and soak it up! Before you know it, they look like this….

…which is staged, because they never actually sit together on the sofa anymore. It really looks more like what you see below when we read together these days.

This phase of homeschooling is truly the best yet. What an indescribable gift to spend daily time thinking and talking with my sons! I am so thankful! This morning as these photos were taken we were reading from Galatians, and the words in 6:9-10 seem to fit my thoughts perfectly. “Do not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary. So then, while we have opportunity, let us do good….” It is “good” to spend this time with children! Writing this has been a good reminder and time of reflection for me regarding what’s important. Sweet friends, I encourage you to put the workbooks in their proper place and prioritize deep relationships and learning with your children while you have the opportunity.

Joy on the journey!

Lisa

Spring 2012- St. Paddy’s Day in Baa-stun

Let’s fast forward through an eventful winter that stalled all blogging and pick up with the second trip after New Years.

I was sitting in my hairstylist’s chair the week before St. Patrick’s Day – a holiday which she takes very seriously. Her name is Allison and she’s been to Savannah, New Orleans, and I forget where else for wild green celebrations, but she confided her dream of one day making it to Boston with such a wistful wave of her scissors that I could only nod.

Then it hit me.

Saturday would be St. Patrick’s Day. Saturday I would be in Boston. My eyes widened at this realization and I sat under the dryer considering whether I might need to reschedule our trip to see our fellow non-bar-hopping, non-partying, non-public-schooling friends. I didn’t mention any of this irony to my stylist.

But, thanks to a hostess with great foresight, we were decked out in style to take on the town before the green brew started rolling. I think we made a respectable showing.

After presenting an assortment of nearly a dozen Army and Air Force issued ID cards, we left one very large van in the capable care of the U.S. Coast Guard and started walking….

…following the red line.

At the courtesy of the Navy, we toured the U.S.S. Constitution, which I must say they are keeping up quite nicely.

Those of you who are familiar with my boys will be relieved to know that we disembarked without anyone making an attempt to refit the cannons for battle.

This was a photo op after climbing to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument. I love all these smiles!

The the Air Force kids suddenly noticed that the sweatshirt in the middle needed some censorship, but the hand sent to do the job wasn’t quite big enough. Go Army!!!

Finally we visited Old North Church… (One if by land, two if by sea…)

…and stopped by Paul Revere’s house. He wasn’t home, so we didn’t go in.

The next day we went to Newport, Rhode Island and started by touring The Breakers – a Vanderbilt mansion. This one fit pretty well into the neighborhood compared to some of their other family homes. We were stunned by the sheer quantity of multi-million dollar properties lined up end-to-end down the streets and trailing out of town. Most of the original owners are now confined to different situations for however long eternity is… I wonder if they miss these palaces near the sand.

After the tour, we made our way around to the back yard…or most of us did…

What’s wrong with this picture? …7,8,9….uh… I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Interesting books in museum gift shops waylay homeschool kids in the same way yellow flowers attract bees. M.G. was so engrossed that he missed the rest of us moving on!

I took more pictures while his sisters backtracked and pulled his nose out of that book. Then we went to the beach for a picnic – the kind of beach picnic I remember from my youth in Oregon – sweatshirts, blankets and finding shelter from the wind huddled behind a bush but, the rugged beauty was worth the coats and hoods.

It was wonderful to see our friends again after so long for an easy comfortable reunion after five years. The whole trip was such a joy. We left feeling so blessed by the friends God has placed in our paths over the years.

On the way home, we started talking about going to Philadelphia. Then, it occurred to us that we could take some cadets with us on our trips and we wondered if any of them would be interested.

They were. Stay tuned…

Okay, before I wrap this up, sing it with me…. “From the halls of Mon—-te-zuuuuu-ma, to the shores of Tripoli….” There. Now our Marine friends will not feel left out of this field trip should they happen upon this blog post! Phew.

A Walk through the City

Last weekend, music teachers were gathered in New York City for a national conference. Naturally we had to be there! (Ric and I don’t have an ounce of musical talent between us, but we have talented friends – and they were in the City.) The boys’ piano teacher from Pullman was part of a group of college students invited to give a presentation and our dear former next door neighbors were performing for the conference. We met them all for a meal after their performance.

The route involved a stop in Times Square.

The boys don’t look so tall in this shot!

You know times are tough when Elmo’s panhandling!

Then, after a high-priority trip to the Leonida’s chocolate store we decided to cut through Central Park where I got fascinated with the trees!

They were turning green!!! None of the trees around our house, 50 miles to the north, were showing any color. I wanted to dance.

It struck me that I was catching a rare window of opportunity to see the interesting shapes of the trunks and branches with just enough color on the branches to make them pretty.

Beneath the taller trees shorter ones were blooming. Delightful.

I love it when trees make skyscrapers look insignificant.

Central Park really is beautiful. Walk with me…

…straggling along behind the guys…

…forcing them to halt when we get overwhelmed by blossoms…

….and turning around for one last look before heading back into the buildings.

It was so much fun to see familiar faces from far away and see how much the next-door baby had grown. He is SO cute!!

We got to catch up over an amazing Chinese meal.

Then it was time to head home via the subway…

….to Grand Central Station…

…and on to points north, where a time warp took us back to bare trees, but in a couple of weeks, the green will arrive!

Nomad Eye Candy!

I have a cousin that forwards emails. Some of you groan at the thought, but my cousin is very discriminating. He only forwards really good stuff so I love to see his name in the inbox. Here are the pictures from his last message under the subject line “Amazing Paths.” My nomadic heart skipped a beat, so I figured I’d share… with comments, of course.

Here is San Francisco which reminds me of a wonderful vacation with my hubby, and makes me think of my friend Kate…and clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl.

I imagine these places without phone or internet. Hope the newspaper boy has good aim!

For this one, I’m trying to decide which car. No, wait, gotta go with a motorcycle.

This is San Francisco again, hi Kate! She used to live near this street.

I believe I see a warning sign about cows crossing in this one. Argentina? They have great steak, I hear. Wherever it is, I’m back to considering sports cars.

Now, I’m off on a gardening fantasy!

I have no idea where this is, but I would love to go there. Can you imagine! (Some jerk would have to start rocking it back and forth though and then I would be a wreck.)

Well, this next one is NOT Kansas…. I get an adrenaline rush just looking at this road.

What a place to sit out a thunderstorm without power. Can’t you just see the lightning bolts making the stained glass windows flash!

I’m guessing Alaska and it doesn’t look fun. I want to go to Alaska, but this is not the part I want to see.

Oh, my. Where is this? Where is my friend Angi? And, where are our running shoes?

Angi can run up this one, while I take my time and meet her at the top.

Wow. This is not one I would enjoy with my kids…not until they develop a better grasp on the concept that gravity never flinches. But, isn’t creation incredible!

If it weren’t for potential cars this would be a blast on a bicycle!

Here is my new desktop background…

I would say this looks like Pullman, except that I’m not seeing hills. Hmm…

Back to sports car fantasies.

I’m not a big fan of trains, but when it goes rails to trails, this will be great!

And last but not least… look at the runner! I want to go here too!

Thanks for another great diversion from the daily inbox fodder, Cody. You should start taking subscriptions!

Happy trails everyone!

Lisa

“The Other Wise Man” – a Nomad-Lib for Christmas

I’ve always liked the story of “the three wise men.” My nomadic heart gets swept away by images of men with regal faces, rich robes and high turbans traveling by camel over desert sands. For years after my third son was born, my fascination drew me to Christmas cards that featured “the three wise men.” I know the Bible doesn’t say that there were exactly three magi, but I have three boys, and I pray they will follow in the wise men’s proverbial footsteps – seeking The One that the star signaled. So, my interest was naturally piqued when I ran across “The Story of the Other Wise Man” a few years ago and it has become one of my favorites.

Last week I had my literature students read it along with The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemmingway. Both stories feature a solitary man of great endurance, but the object upon which their fortitude is fixed and the outcome of their epoch struggles is quite a contrast. The word craftsmanship is also a delightfully juxtaposed. Hemmingway’s sparse style is elegant in its simplicity and relatively horizontal focus while Van Dyke’s descriptions are ethereal and roam from the dungeons of earth to the stars of heaven.

It takes the reader less than an hour to follow the other wise man on a journey of thirty-three years spent threading his way through the regions occupied by modern day Iran, Iraq, Jordan, Israel, and Egypt. He is continually waylaid and slowed in his travels by a besetting compulsion to help those in need and later by a rabbi’s suggestion that the one he seeks might be found among the poor, the lowly, the sick, or the imprisoned. His story ends in Jerusalem one Passover.

Click here for several ebook options from the Project Gutenberg.   You can also have the story delivered for free to your Kindle by Amazon by clicking here.

The primary biblical allusion in the story comes from Matthew 25:34-40. Others include the book of Daniel, Matthew 2, Matthew 27 and Luke 11:9.

Mushrooms in the Aftermath

A couple of days after Hurricane Irene blew through, the boys and I went up to Redoubt Four which is about a mile from our house. It’s a Revolutionary war lookout point with a tremendous view of the plain level of West Point.

The Hudson River was running well over its normal banks after all of the rain to the north in its watershed.

We were supposed to be up there looking for leaves to examine for the younger boys’ science lesson, but we got distracted when we started finding mushrooms on the forest floor. Check out the variety we observed in a very small area amongst the mess on the forest floor after the storm…they made me think of a poem.

Mushrooms after a Storm

Sentinels stand amongst the knobby toes,

Of squabbling trees that pilfer light,

Bound for realms of rubble strewn beneath,

by winds which stirred branches into fight.

Below the battle scene, shadows slip and slink,

Across impartial moss assailed by the plopping,

Of organic copters, oak tree bombs,

and leafy paratroopers dropping.

Supple helmets weather the beating.

Fungal sentries stand their random posts,

Uniformed in tidy varied hues of earth,

Tranquil among their weary, war-torn hosts.

They remain.

We also found a pretty impressive assortment of lichens, which are a symbiotic relationship between algae and fungus.

Josh was the first to find unexploded ordinance from an oak tree.

But brothers will not be outdone. Si found twins.

The stuff homeschooling moms’ daydreams are made of…nature journaling atop historical ruins in a nearby wood.

Birthday Storms

At the end of August, hurricane Irene showed up for Ric’s birthday. At first we were unimpressed.

Then the rain really started.

It’s hard to photograph rain, but do you see the sheets running off the side of that house? This was very early in the storm. We stopped trying to photograph the rain when the wind picked up.

The “rain garden” started filling almost immediately. Believe it or not, there’s a big drain under all of that water.

We had a pretty swift current moving through our yard for the next two days.

We brought the potted plants from the porch into the house for the storm…

…and what you can’t see in the picture below is the cricket that came in with the pots – a VERY noisy little cricket that chirped his heart out late into the night. I think he was singing “Happy Birthday” to Ric, but Ric didn’t appreciate it very much after about 20 minutes.

Fast forward two months to JP’s 14th birthday – the end of October – when the weather is usually nice. Not this year! We spent his birthday sitting in a cold house without power while 15 inches of snow began to accumulate outside with winds that have my toes curling as I think about them two weeks later!

The power went out just before lunch so we played cards all afternoon, ate junk food and added layers of clothing as the temperature dropped…

…and the snow fell.

Down the hill from our house, Army was playing a football game. We decided that we weren’t very sad after all about the fact that the tickets were sold out when we tried to buy them.

Thankfully I had baked the cake in the morning and JP certainly had plenty of candles for his birthday. In fact, he got to read by them!

The house was pretty chilly by the time we called it a night.

Sunday morning it was gorgeous! Bright and beautiful! We were fortunate enough to have had our power restored during the night. Several nearby communities had to wait until Tuesday or later.

Remember that transformer box you could see in the hurricane pictures above? Hard to find it in this one, huh?

Not the place to sit and have tea on this particular morning!

Last time we lived in this neighborhood (with old houses) we had the good sledding hill in our yard, and somehow we managed to land that quality in real estate again for this tour.

By Monday the doves and the dog were happily back to their routines in the yard and the snow was melting fast….just in time for my friend Kate to visit!

The next birthday in our family happens at the beginning of Mach. We will advise local friends to stock up on canned goods and bottled water!