As I was watching Madeleine talk and bounce at her daddy last night, I got to stand in amazement of her... and be completely in love, yet again.
Sometimes the shiny moments are hard to see in unschooling.
There are bright and more obvious ones-- the making of connections... learning to read on one's own... asking pointed and loaded questions... watching the becoming...
But there are everyday things, too. Things that glow in a typical, sparkly, unschooly way that we don't always see because it's a different light than what school shined at us - grades, teacher approval, test scores...
I thought of this sparkling, twinkling light yesterday as I was amazed by Maddie for the hundredth time that day.
She makes parachutes.
She spins paper airplanes.
She dictates letters to friends.
She came to me yesterday, "Mom, is this how you spell 'hat'?"
A little while later it was, "Mom, is it true that if you're in a wagon, and the wagon stops, that you will go like this.... that your body will move forward?"
"Yup. Sure will."
"What's that called?"
"An object in motion stays in motion - it's called Inertia." :)
I guess it's been a while since we've played with that one....
And so our day goes.
Trev resumes his prehistory lectures.
And sets up scenes in the front yard with his 'authenticated' papo and safari ltd dinosaurs.
We finished our beautiful tans for tangram puzzles.
And there was research and computer play.
Maddie made a book. It's called Dino Discoveries, and it's a book to teach others about dinosaurs.
We played our new game - Stixx. We ran our hands over the pieces, admiring the colors and textures. When we got to the business of playing, we decided that it's a good addition to our shelves.
Maddie played a game with her dad - Guess Which Dinosaur I Am? It's an acting and roaring/hissing game with clues. Ankylosaurus, Utah Raptor, Parasaurolophus, Brachiosaurus... amazed again, I was.
Most of us are used to the spotlight sort of light - glaringly obvious.... what the school mind comes to see as irrefutable proof (those same grades and test scores that I mentioned earlier). We get so used to that light that we start to watch for things that only show up there.
But unschooling is very, very different.
The light that shines in our home is more of a living thing. It shimmers with subtlety, sometimes. At others it twinkles and sparkles. Sometimes it even sparks and snaps with pops and little explosions.
Instead of assigned textbooks it's spontaneously and enthusiastically delving into one's own encyclopedias and researching on wikipedia.
Instead of worksheets, in our house it's playing games.
Instead of recess, it's "Here's my idea, mom... I want to set up a lab...." (that was last night..)
I love this way of living!
I love that it feels so alive and magical. I love that when my children (sometimes several times a day) come up with wonderful ideas we can implement them at almost any time. I love the art every single day. I love the way my daughter constantly hops and bubbles over with exuberance. I love that my son feels/thinks/knows that he is smart. I love constantly trying new things (like making music out of non-instruments), I love learning fascinating things from new library books, and I love saying "Let's find out."
It's a living, breathing, sparkling way of life for living, breathing, sparkling people.
It's the questing Self in glorious action, and for as long as we are breathing and seeking, it will always be Enough.