When we started out with our unschooling journey, we felt a little like knights in shining armor freeing ourselves from our own self-imposed shackles. Hence the name of the blog.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

What is this journey of mine like? There is a zen moment every minute of everyday. There is space to grow for me and the kids.

But would it be nice if there were similar free environs for the kids to feel safe, happy in... and places that they 'WANT' to be in?? Yes... a resounding yes. I wish for a few homes like ours... where the song "home, home on the range..." (part of which applies to my thoughts is pasted below) has a parallel in city dweller terms. I wish for parallel worlds where the kids roam free and learning is an all-day, every-second adventure. Where people and children mingle all day and learn from each other. But i do not have any other homes/places i can truly send my children to... or where they would want to be without me or Ravi around. And a school/institution/place of controls is only going to be possible if they (the schools etc) are open to the idea of a child being free to roam, free to say 'no thank you' to the day's project, free to express thoughts as they strike them, free to ask awkward questions, free to take advantage of a particular interest even as others move onto other topics, free to assess one's self and not be judged...... Quite a contradictory world. And i do not live physically near any like this.

So i stay home, make art, sing, play with my children, arrange playdates when anyone one of us feels the need for socializing, go to new places, explore ideas as they strike us, play with fire, make pancakes, enjoy the weather, respect each other, cherish each other's playful and silly side, talk about death and life, and so on. Everything is grist to the mill.

I admit all the while i do have a tiny voice inside hoping to find other places for the children to hang out at. But in the meanwhile... as we search for such places... my children know that we will keep exploring and when they do try out a place where they stay without me... they know there is a door open behind them always. So there is no forced learning. Only an unconscious love for learning that seems to happen whether we/they want it or not. The line between any subject and another is blurred and wonderfully mixed up. Math and science, Lego and hydraulics, art and history, geography and biology, etc. ... all can weave into each other. Cooking leads to fractions, boiling points, chemistry, love, recipes, becoming inclusive of the little sister trying to help stir, talking about how we love somethings and don't like others or hate them even and why. Nothing in my childhood came close to this kind of learning, growing and never being blocked... by anything.
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Chorus
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light,
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.

1 comment:

Jyotsna said...

such a lovely post..i can imagine the delight of raghu and yours as well..