Homeschool The New School


I’ve been on the fence with homeschooling for awhile. And had actually just decided on pulling my son from Pachamama at the end of the month, when it was announced that Ecuador would be closing schools until further notice.

So here we are.

I feel grateful that I’ve been on this journey for some time. Testing the waters with different methodologies and philosophies that I’ve researched. Figuring out what works for us. And what doesn’t. Because I know there are many families out there right now who haven’t had the chance to prepare. And are faced with a situation they probably never imagined.

Here’s what I’ve learned.

Rigorous schedules don’t work for us. It’s more about maintaining the balance of energy throughout the day so that everyone’s needs are met. I use the word rhythm a lot and that’s what we strive for. Because each day is going to be different. Like last Friday, I killed it at the mom game. We painted. Did a science experiment with food dye and water. Rode bikes to the park. Ate a picnic lunch outside under a tree. I cooked. I cleaned. Did the dishes and laundry and swept. Fed and napped and rocked my baby like we were one. And by the end of the day.

I was exhausted.

Yesterday was little different. A little slower. We hung out with friends. Ate pizza and watched tv. While today we started out with a full family clean-up around the house. My son excitedly mopping every room.

The baby is now sleeping and I’m filling my emotional tank with a little blogging.

Life is good.

Because we’re human – and who we are is always in flux. Which is normal. Not the one size fits all we’ve been told to adhere to. And that’s why we left the United States. Because I know I am not the way people are expected to be. And I could either stay and be on the outside. Or leave and try to find my place in the world.

Not that it’s been easy.

I find myself stuck between convention and radical revolution.

And preparing for homeschooling was no different.

In the beginning, it was stressful as I tried to fit myself and my son into a mold of how I thought I should be teaching him. But I’ve relaxed. Because I’ve realized there is teaching and learning in everything we do. It doesn’t need to be forced. We can let instinct lead the way without feeling guilty that we are depriving our children of opportunity because how we do it doesn’t look like how it’s been done.

Most of all, I have learned to trust in myself. And know that I have set in place a firm enough foundation that will ensure we all keep moving forward while remaining present in the moment.

The way it should be.

I’ve thrown rigidity out the window in favor of routines that work for our family. Instead of three meals a day, I’ve put the focus dinner and kept the rest of the day casual with a rotating assortment of nutritious foods that my son can access and eat at his leisure. We start out every morning outside. End it with a bath and books. And meditate together three times a day. Healthy eating and sleep habits, as well as those that mark the passage of time. It’s about being self-aware and providing that awareness for others (like kids) who don’t have a pulse on their own yet, with a flexible and unstructured approach that guides us all to living that best life.

Speaking of which…

It’s time for some coffee.

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