i’ve been thinking a lot about the whole concept of blogging, wondering exactly what it is i’m doing here and what i would like to accomplish. some of my goals center around networking, others are related to honing my writing skills (obviously needed!). partly this will be a journal for myself, partly it will keep my friends and family posted on the happenings of our lives. i have noticed that my first posts, and just the general layout and vibe of the blog so far has been feeling like a refuge, a clean and baggage-free hangout spot for me to allow me to be myself in. i haven’t clued too many people in to this blog’s existence yet, but as that is the plan, and as it’s searchable on google, i guess i have been thinking of these first few posts as ones with which i can set the tone… decide how i want this to come across to people.
still, if i’m being me, isn’t “setting the tone” superficial? i want to be real, but i also want to use this spot as a place for positivity and maintain that refuge feeling. i’m not saying there won’t be any negativity, or real life issues or concerns, there will certainly be some i’m sure. i guess the bent towards positivity IS me and IS the place i’m in right now in life, so perhaps it doesn’t mean i’m being artificial at all… actually i think i’m making my peace with setting the tone- it’s another form of mindfulness, the purpose of which is to be as true to my own integrity as possible- to represent to those around me who i really am on the inside, is much more honest and far from superficial.
ok, i’ve talked myself into it, as you can see.
but just so you know, the posts won’t all be proclaiming the abundance of the universe and the glories of the self-designed unschooling curriculum. you’ll certainly be hearing some redundancy about things like glorious trips to the beach and fresh organic local food, but also the real life grungies and foosies (pronounced “FUH-see”; ask my mom). there is dirt under my nails and a layer of detritus on the floor of my car. it’s part of the price one pays for living the natural life as fully as one can.
in the spirit of “being real”, here’s my unschooling “brag” for today. my son is an avid reader, we read at least a few books daily, sometimes for long sittings, like chapters on end of winnie the pooh, or his new favorite chapter book, mokie and bik. (there is now a sequel, mokie and bik go to sea, and he has it nearly memorized after owning it for roughly a week!) i have always been taken by his ability to quote large passages from books, or ad lib on some pooh story in his imaginative play world. i might find him gathering up his “babies” and reconstructing chapter 4 in which eeyore loses a tail and pooh finds one, and at the end Q himself becomes christopher robin and wields his hammer to “bum” eeyore’s tail back on. or i might find him rigging an intricate pulley system to help piglet get “hollered up” (hauled) to the letter-box so he can rescue pooh and owl (that’s from chapter 8 of the house at pooh corner). lately he has been just as intrigued with segments of mokie and bik, in which the twins “live on a boat called bullfrog. they lived in it, on it, all around it, monkeying up ladders and down ropes, over the wheelhouse and across the cabin floor.”
as with all things in an unschooling life, everything Q is learning is intricately woven together, so what he is reading is always at least marginally related to everything else he has going on- he is always talking/pretending/thinking/acting/playing “boats”, tying knots, and of course the rhythmic language of these captivating stories has influenced him heavily.
however, currently, one of quinn’s challenges with language is figuring out the right times to use expletive words for emphasis. oohhhhh boy, have we had some potentially embarrassing moments! i’ve been taking the course of trying to share with him when i use these words, when they might offend other people, that i don’t wish to offend anyone, just express the strength of the feeling i’m having, and so i avoid using those words when someone around might get their feelings hurt by it. and generally help him learn awareness of all of those subtleties of when it’s appropriate to drop an f-bomb.
still, the f-bomb in particular is a fascinating word, and he is obviously quite taken with the power he holds when using it. two or three times now i have listened to him inserting f-bombs before each and every noun in a long quoted passage of mokie and bik.
peppered with f-bombs, it becomes something along the lines of:
“F—in’ Mokie swished her f—in’ net through a f—in’ cloud of f—in’ tiny fisk, but the f—in’ fisk all swicked away!”
i feel like it’s a lesson for me in unschooling, yet again. he needs to be free to explore the limits on his own. he may be testing out the f-bomb as his all-purpose modifier, but i don’t think he will ultimately adopt it for that role. there are far too many words with interesting and subtly different meanings, to want to reduce the texture of one’s speech to constant overemphasis. he is also slinging around words like “perhaps” and “actually”, and turning beautiful phrases like “my fingers turned and dipped, and plucked the egg out of the water!” (this was from retrieving a hardboiled egg out of a bowl where it was cooling…. so poetic!) if not, i might be more concerned. honestly, it has been an opportunity for me to look inward at my own hangups and beliefs about “foul language”, and investigate where my reactions (and over-reactions!) come from, and whether those feel true to who i am and who i want to be as a parent.