Unschooling Journey

Our journey from traditional schooling, to "school at home" and then on to greener pastures…

Author: Kathleen (Page 1 of 2)

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“How do you know you’re doing the right thing?”

I had someone ask me this a little while ago. If they had asked me 18 months ago, I likely would’ve stared, blank faced and recited something I’d heard, hoping they wouldn’t notice the fear in my eyes.

But not this time.

“How do you know you’re doing the right thing?”

Honestly? I don’t. How does anyone know that they’re doing the right thing by their children?

What I can say, however, is that I have not blindly followed the path in front of me. I have not done as those have done before me. I have not accepted that the well trodden path was the right one.

It took a lot of research, learning, listening, talking, questioning, for us to get to the point of Unschooling. It took a butt load of self inspection, soul searching, demon facing, tears and tea…a fair bit of wine too.

What I see around me is that no one really knows what the future will bring. Universities are more expensive and easier to get into than ever before. Degrees are a dime a dozen and often aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on.

Jobs are increasingly harder to get. I recall being able to pass out half a dozen job applications in high school and having them all accepted. I remember when as adults there were plenty of jobs, and people weren’t in constant fear of losing their long held positions in the next round of restructuring.

So, again, how do I know that I’m doing the right thing? I don’t. But the world around us has changed, and the well trodden path just ain’t cutting it anymore.

Our children are going to have to stand on their own two feet. They’re going to need to be brave in the face of change, creative, love to learn and know how to learn.

They’re going to need to have faith in themselves, to know that they can make things happen, that in the space of a lifetime we can go from not even imagining mobile phones and then being unable to imagine life without one…or that calculator the teachers always said we’d never have at hand…

They’re going to have to have an undying belief that they matter, that their opinions and feelings matter, and deserve to be heard. They need to know that their interests are important, that their dreams can be a reality.

Above all, they need to know that they are in charge of their destinies and should not be driven by the expectations of those around them.

I may not know if I’m doing the right thing, but I’d rather take a chance at making a break for it than stand there watching the head lights get bigger.

xx

Tutus at the playground.

“But it’s cold outside, you’ll be freezing!”

 

“It’s 30 degrees today, you don’t need track pants.”

 

“We’re going to the shops, can you please put something a little nicer on??”

 

Sound familiar? Getting kids dressed in something that we deem as appropriate can create a lot of struggles. So why do we do it?

 

Does it really matter what they’re wearing? If the kids are opting for shorts and a t-shirt and it’s raining outside, throwing a pair of long pants, a jumper and a rain coat in the car is much easier than spending half an hour trying to get them to wear something they don’t want to wear. It generally doesn’t take that long for them to realise that they’ve chosen something that doesn’t fit the weather for the day.

It’s easy enough to pop a jumper in a back pack if you believe their clothing choices may be too cold for the weather outside.

You may also find (as we have) that when they are getting dressed as they grow, a suggestion from you that what they’ve chosen may not be comfortable outside is met with acceptance as help, rather than an order, and a change of wardrobe may ensue. They begin to trust you.

 

I’ve heard people tell stories of children refusing to put on a jumper, so they leave the house without one to “teach them a lesson”. Unfortunately, the lesson you’re teaching isn’t the one you intend. Instead of helping them understand that there are “natural consequences” to their decision to not bring a jumper…which is more likely to be an oversight on their part, rather than a decision…you’re teaching them that even though you knew it’d be cold outside, and you brought a jumper for yourself and your spouse, their Mum/Dad cares more about being right than their comfort/welfare.

 

A battle of the wills may follow. In the future, instead of letting you know that they are uncomfortable, they might choose to pretend they are fine rather than approach you and ask for help.

 

And not just with clothes.

 

I completely understand that there are some times when a dress standard is socially required. Board shorts to a wedding or bathers to a restaurant generally isn’t ideal. But if we choose not to make a big deal about wearing dress ups to the playground or party clothes to the grocers, and instead create trust in the relationship, then they’re more likely to accept a suggestion and listen to the reasoning behind it.

Jessie chose to wear her dress-up to the park and a talk this day, she didn’t care that it was falling apart in places, she felt confident in her choice, and that’s awesome 🙂

So next time, ask yourself, does it really matter, and pop something in that you’d prefer…just in case.

 

xx

 

Learning math…

They said it would happen. I didn’t quite believe it at first….no, scrap that, 99% of me didn’t believe it at all.

That 1% faith came from listening to those around me. I had read the stories, I had had the conversations with Unschoolers further along the road than us, I had listened to the podcasts and the YouTube videos telling me that it could happen.

Well guess what?

It did.

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I see with Clay that the penny has dropped on many mathematical skills. He really gets it. And I’m not talking about math questions. Give him a grade level test and I don’t have a clue how he would go. Nor do I care.

What I care about is that he understands math that is relevant to him. He can cook, he can use measurements and temperature, he understands volume and division when it came to working out targets for his new smart watch, he understands the graphs that come along with it, he can work out how many pieces of iron he needs to make how many iron ingots that he needs to make enough iron chest plates and boots for all his friends.

He gets what is relevant to him.

And there’s a lot of math in his world.

Then today, Jessie showed me just how deep her understanding goes also. Coming home from a trip away, Jason and I brought back the kids some presents, including some lollies. They divided them equally, 4 each. During the day, Clay offered Jess a piece out of his share, and she exclaimed “That means I get 5 lollies and Clay only gets 3!!”.

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It was immediate, there was no pause, she is 4 and she worked it out, bam! Not because it was math time. Not because there was a test. Not because she was forced to. But because it was relevant and interesting enough to her to say it.

Well I’ll be.

Do I believe that Clay will pick up higher order calculus through daily life? No. But in the very slim chance that calculus becomes relevant in his life (who knows, he does enjoy algebra…), do I believe he could learn it?

Heck yeah.

xx

Why not??

Sometimes, we say “No,” because we’ve been conditioned to have that as our first response. “No,” because it’s too hard. “No,” because I’m busy. “No,” because I said no last time. This journey has forced me to look at what I’m saying no to, and really ask myself why? Why not?

Take bubble bath for example. Jessie loves bubble bath. Like, a LOT. To the point where there’s never enough bubbles until the whooooooole bottle is gone. She has so much fun, pouring in the soap, discovering that it works better under running water, building up the bubbles on her head like a hat, chin like a beard, my entire face like…..well, that’s just because it’s funny apparently.

Unschooling girl covered in bubbles

Why do I “let” her use the whole bottle in one go? Isn’t that a waste?

A waste? Of what? She’s going to use it all anyway, eventually. What does it matter that it goes in one bath or ten?

The cost?

Bubble bath costs $3.20. I’ll grab a bottle when we’re at the shops, maybe a couple a week, maybe more, depending on how often we pop to the shops. I spend more than that on coffee…much more than that on a bottle of wine…so really, when this first started to happen, I had to ask myself, is it more important for me to save a few dollars, or to just let her have the fun and use her bubbles the way she wanted to.

Sometimes, bubbles get alllllll over the floor. That’s ok, I throw a towel over the top, they get cleaned up pretty easily…and I rarely need to mop the bathroom floor, so really she’s saving me time, right?

Obviously there’s times when “No,” is the only response you can give, “No,” you can’t run across the highway, “No,” you can’t ride the dog, “No,” you can’t drink the cleaning fluid…unless it’s homemade with vinegar, then they can fill their boots.

But next time you hear yourself about to give “No,” as an answer, try and pause to ask yourself “Why not?”, is the “No,” because it’s a real safety issue? Is the “No,” because you really don’t have the money? Is the “No,” because you have an important appointment?

If not, can you instead figure out a way to lead with “Yes,”? Saying “Yes,” fills them with the knowledge that they have some control, that they can make things happen, that they have a say in their own lives. This is so important, in this world of rules and constraints, to have them grow knowing that they can have an affect their situations…be it as small as bubbles when they’re 4, or  taking the leap to move to the other side of the country when they’re 18.

"Children learn to make good decisions by making decisions, not by following directios." Alfie Kohn

Yep, there’ll be plenty of “No,”s in their lifetime, I’ve learnt not to add the unnecessary ones…

xx

Getting in the way of learning…

THEN:

Rightio, I had all the worksheets printed and ready to go. Clipboard? Check. Pencils? Check. Erasers? Check. Enthusiastic child? Check. Well…kind of.

Clay was excited about going to the aquarium, but seemed less so once I went through the worksheets. I wasn’t asking him to do much, a few pages, and he got to choose which ones he wanted to do, I wasn’t being unreasonable. A trip to the aquarium was expensive, it couldn’t just be a fun day out, we needed to do some learning today!

What. A. Nightmare. One word answers, copying exact sentences, scribbly illegible hand writing. And then he got all stroppy at me when I erased a few words and asked him to re-write them.

He wanted to go home.

Well that was a waste of money!

NOW:

Clay and his friend were so excited. The King Tutankhamun exhibit had been a long time coming, they were skipping this way and that, and we hadn’t even gone in yet!

The doors open and they scooted around the first section, calling excitedly to each other “Come look at this!!”, “Whoa!!”. They were reading, listening, watching…and learning. All without a worksheet in hand, no pre-exhibit planning, no assignments, no post-exhibit test looming.

Who would’ve thought.

It made me smile, to see Clay so enthusiastic, so excited, chatting after we left and for well over a week afterwards about all the things he had seen and learnt.

It was an awesome day.

I cringe looking back, now, how I killed any sense of wonder, any free range learning, by forcing him to do worksheets and research before and after going to places like the aquarium, the zoo, a play. I mean, think about it, I come to you and say “Hey! Want to come to the movies with me? But hang on, you have to do this worksheet first, analyse the film afterwards, there’ll be a test too…”.

Seriously? No thanks.

Why do we find it so necessary to check boxes? To have someone else tell us what is important to know? I’ll tell you why.

School.

We’ve been conditioned to believe that without being forced, without being coerced or bribed, we would not learn, would not want to learn. But that simply isn’t true! When a child is interested in something, stay with them in that moment, be engaged with them, converse, ask questions, offer information.

Unschooling Dad holding and talking to daughter

Unschooling Dad and son gaming

And if a child isn’t interested? Well, please think about that, do we really believe that forcing a child to fill out a worksheet is going to miraculously make it interesting? Make them retain information about a topic they do not care for long term?

And if not long term, if the information is not valuable enough for them to retain and build on, why are we so fixated on having them “learn” it?

Oh yeah, to tick boxes.

So next time you’re trying to steer your child down a road they are uninterested in, check yourself, ask why, throw the boxes out the window and instead just be present.

xx

Putting pen to paper…

THEN…

“It’s three sentences! Come onnnnnnnn Clay, it’ll take you 2 minutes if you just get on with it. You need to know how to write, it’s important!”

Every day was a struggle, like pulling teeth, I wasn’t even asking him to do that much, a few sentences a day, maybe a paragraph here and there, why does it have to be so hard?? His writing was ok, but he needed to be able to write faster, how was he going to survive if he couldn’t write quickly and legibly?? And don’t even get me started on his spelling, urgh.

NOW…

I picked up a pen the other day, I wrote fourteen names down, trying to figure out how many people were coming for Christmas lunch. Took me a while to find a pen, oh and the notepad, could’ve sworn I’d put one in the third drawer…

I don’t hand write very often, the odd form here and there, a scribble on a piece of scrap paper when I’m working something out, but not every day, not even every other day…and there’s no one looking over my shoulder with a timer, and certainly no one who has to read my writing…save for that form…

My point is, on the whole, handwriting is not a very important part of my life. Aside from the forms (which I fill out at my pace, generally using all caps as that is the preferred method), I don’t actually need to write anything down ever, I only write for me.

Clay doesn’t like writing, so for him, if he is one day faced with having to work out how many people are coming for Christmas lunch, he will likely type it into a phone or computer. He writes every now and then, generally something that he wants to remember from one screen to the next, a server name, an address. He writes when he needs to.

His spelling is coming along nicely, too. He used to ask me multiple times a day how to spell words, words he needed to chat to his friends, things he was searching for on Google. Rote memorisation of “spelling words” from “spelling books” he didn’t use never stuck. Words that are relevant to him he now knows, and is also able to figure out most other words himself. No fuss. No drama.

As for Jessie, she will be four next month, she knows her letters, she knows her sounds, she can type her name and is getting better at typing in the “/tp c [TAB]” command that gets her to teleport to her brother in Minecraft. The other day, however, she came into our room and presented me with an “M” (for Mummy), I had no idea she knew how to write an M. She then disappeaered again and came back with a “D” (for Daddy). She proceeded to ask how to write a few more letters (I drew them on a notepad for her….oh yeah, that’s where the notepad is!), and she came back a few minutes later with these also. No fuss. No drama.

young unschoolers handwriting(sorry for the sideways image, it wont turn for me today!)

Writing has become somewhat relevant for her, and so she wants to learn. And she is learning on her own. She hasn’t written any letters today, nor did she yesterday, but when she needs to, when it is relevant, she will.

I guess my point is, in today’s world, when everything is being done online, how important is handwriting for homeschooled/unschooled kids? Personally, I don’t think it’s important at all…and I’m so thankful that our days are not punctuated by the dreaded handwriting practice anymore.

xx

 

 

 

Respect. Word.

THEN…

“ENOUGH! Into your room! You’re in time out!”

How dare he talk to me like that?? That’ll teach him. He needs to learn to be respectful, he can’t yell at me or get angry because things weren’t going his way, that’s life, better get used to it!

My child was going to learn to be respectful, any deviation from that path would be nipped in the bud. Time out, privileges gone, toys binned, whatever it took to get him to toe the line, I mean, if I couldn’t get him to be respectful at age 5, what hope did I have of having a respectful teenager??!

NOW…

*Cringe*. Oh dear. Those days were not my finest parenting moments.

Where had these ideas come from?? Ohhhhhh, wait. I remember now, all those glossy parenting magazines with glowing, happy mothers and perfect children on the cover. Oh oh, and the books, yes, that “magic” counting method, and that other one about wrestling…no, “wrangling”…kids…then there’s that Nanny…

Those books and shows have a lot to answer for.

The term “respectful parenting” is a relatively new one for me, having spent most of Clay’s life more on the “authoritative” side, believing that children should do as I say, toe the line, that sort of thing. At the time it didn’t feel right, I hated how upset he got…but it was easy. I had control, I could give and I could taketh away, not just toys and experiences, but affection, attention. Nine times out of ten it worked straight away!

But the older he got, as we left the school system, I saw around me different styles of parenting, children who were happy, Mums who were happy…there was no yelling, they weren’t constantly on guard, hovering, waiting for their children to step out of line…it made me question how I was doing things…

Turns out it’s called “respectful parenting”, and, essentially, it boils down to treating your children with the same respect and courtesy you would your spouse, a friend, a guest in your home. Interesting concept hey?

Unschooling Mum and kids exploring nature

At first it was…weird. Here my son was getting frustrated and raising his voice, and me, responding gently, acknowledging his frustration and calmly asking how I could help. Then there was the time when he was swinging over the bars in the shopping aisle, narrowly missing passers by, and me asking if he would mind not doing that as he may hit someone….asking a few times, explaining a few times…or that other time when he jumped up and started walking along a brick fence, and me, pausing, asking what the harm was…averting my eyes as a parent behind me scholded their child for following suit, glaring at my apparent disregard for…what now?

I wont pretend to have this all figured out, I’m still learning, I still slip up every now and then, though fewer times this week than last, fewer last than the one before… And there’s still meltdowns that happen, there’s still tantrums, like just yesterday, in the car on the way to dropping hubby at the train station, lots of yelling….oh wait, sorry, that was me…don’t worry, my husband was gentle in his response and helped me calm down…see, he has this “respectful husbanding” down pat.

So yeah, it’s different, it’s weird, it’s likely to bring more than a couple of sideways glances from friends, family, strangers….but you know what? Our family life is calmer, our relationships stronger…it works. It really does.

xx

PS. Read more about respectful parenting over on Rachel’s blog, Sara’s explanation here,  or the facebook page Respectfully Connected…or pop it into Google, it’s everywhere now, get on board, the grass is greener over here 😉

 

Shiny chrome taps

THEN…

Someone might drop by, unexpectedly. They might follow me in to my bedroom as I grab some shoes, or my bag. They might (*gasp*) have to use my toilet if the main one was occupied!

The house had to look perfect, always.

We had built our home, the furniture was bought for this house, everything was as it was meant to be.

Perfect.

But in the end, to be closer to family and friend’s, we made the difficult decision to sell. These were some of the photographs from when we sold…

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Not a smudge on the windows, not a mark on the table, floors polished, pillows in place. Now I could tell you that this was our home staged. But in reality, this was our home as I liked to keep it.

I can’t even tell you how much time I lost polishing those porcelain tiles…Clay was at school then, what else was I to do with my days?

NOW…

Our home is too big. The yard is too big, we have a room we don’t even use, the backyard is only ever seen when I need to rake it. Wasted spaces, and wasted time spent cleaning those wasted spaces.

I discovered the idea of Minimalism, and (inspired by the simplicity of it) I purged, I got rid of so much stuff. We had a garage sale, and I can’t even remember a fraction of what was sold. And after we had cleared out all these possessions, the house seemed too big.

So we made the decision (after only a year) to sell, again. Here are a few photographs from this house…

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…and these photographs are most definitely staged. From top to bottom, as I type, the outdoor table is covered in craft supplies; the kitchen has last nights dishes (washed at least) and Jenga game, and this morning’s breakfast dishes still covering the benches; the dining table has texta’s and paper on it, and the fruit bowl is off centre (it makes a great ipad stand), fruit spilling out of it (as I had to pop away my other fruit bowl, it didn’t look right with two bowls for the photo you see…); my bed doesn’t have a doona cover on it (I always removed it after showings so it wouldn’t get wrinkled/dirty), and there’s washing on the floor; Jessie’s room is covered with barbie dolls and hair accessories; and finally, the ensuite, well, that one I’m trying to stay on top of, those darn chrome taps and glass shower screen need to be wiped dry of any water immediately because of the harsh water we have here…wouldn’t want any calcium spots building up for the new owners!

We have spent the past couple of months renovating and painting this house so that we had a better shot of selling it for something more than what we paid. It worked, we signed the paper work yesterday after only a week and a half on the market. In monetary terms, it was worth the struggle, but in terms of time…time away from my children, time spent painting and tidying instead of baking cookies or playing Minecraft with my kids…it doesn’t even come close.

Unschooling family selling house

If I’ve learnt anything from this experience, it’s that I have changed, a LOT. I no longer want the perfect home, the show home, I no longer want everything in it’s place. I want the mess, I want the chaos, I want the laughter and the Lego under foot, I want the time to spend with my family.

Unschooling is so much more than an education philosophy, it’s a way of life, and it has changed our lives in more ways than I could have ever imagined. It has bought me immeasurably closer to my children, and it’s allowed me to figure out the things that are important in life.

And shiny chrome taps aren’t one of them.

xx

 

Socialization

THEN…

“Your friends will be there, it’ll be fun!” (That was me).

“I don’t wanna go, it’ll be boooooorrrrriinnng!” (Clay, falling to the ground dramatically).

“Well, I want to get out of the house, so we’re going.” (Me again, putting my foot down).

He needed to go to these activities, he needed to learn how to sit still and listen for half an hour, but most importantly, we didn’t go anywhere yesterday, we saw no one! I was a failure as a homeschool Mum, I forgot to socialize the child!!

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NOW…

“We’ve got Minecraft Day on Thursday, but other than that we’re free this week, do you want me to organise anything else?”

“Hey? Naaa, I’m good,” He looks up quickly, then returns to his screen, “Kaiden is coming on soon.”

The joys of technology.

The age old response when you mention homeschooling is inevitably, “What about socialization?”.

*palm slap to the forehead*

Really? Again?

Forced association is not socialization. The Merriam-Webster definition of socialization states that it is “to teach (someone) to behave in a way that is acceptable in society; to talk to and do things with other people in a friendly way.”

Can someone please tell me how a child can learn “to behave in a way that is acceptable in society,” when for 5 days a week, 6 hours a day, a child is removed from society. In an environment where you have to ask permission to go to the toilet, can’t speak unless you put your hand up, can’t eat or drink when you are hungry, and can’t leave when you’ve had enough?

Oh oh, and the kicker, bullying is seen as “character building”.

Bugger that.

When we first started homeschooling, I fell into the trap of trying to make Clay go to all these classes and meet ups, thinking that I needed to keep him “socialized” as much as possible. He hated the classes (no suprises there, “sit down, be quiet, raise your hand to talk” blah blah…), and he preferred small play dates than larger groups.

Australian unschooler video gaming

For his birthday Clay wanted 5 of his friend’s and an hour at Timezone…

Australian unschooler outdoor play

…activities are generally organised with small groups where Clay can connect with his mates, this was a play day with about 6 kids…

Australian unschooler geocaching

…or just one on one time works well for him also…

Well I’ll be….you know what? I prefer smaller gatherings too…and generally don’t like plopping myself in a situation where I don’t know anyone. Especially if it’s a large group.

Kids who are homeschooled/Unschooled form friendships which are based on similar interests, not just because they happen to be in the same class. An effort has to be made to connect to each other, which for Clay involves organising playdates, Skype and joint activities.

As far as “bullying” goes, there’s no escaping differences in character and opinion, it happens in life, but being that parents are ever present when homeschooling, these differences are addressed, there and then. Children are not forced apart, kept away from each other by confining one or the other at recess, parents are not told by a third party “Oh no we can’t tell you who it was,” when confronted with their child coming home in tears.

Nope, in the real world, parents talk, they sit down with the kids, they figure things out. We’ve been on both ends of this, being “bullied”, and being the “bully”, and you know what? In both situations kids are given the benefit of the doubt, there’s an understanding that these kids are learning how to act in social situations, that mistakes are made, and that some kids just don’t get along. It’s all good.

At least, that’s been my experience.

When as parents we take the attitude that learning social skills is sometimes just as tricky as learning algebra, that children are not “mean” for no reason, when the kids see us as adults working through our differences, isn’t that better than simply punishing and brushing it aside?

And at the end of the day, if the issue cant be resolved, then we can leave. Unlike in school.

So please tell me again, how my child will not learn how to act in society because he doesn’t go to school. Ah-ha.

I love that Clay has the opportunity to explore friendships with all sorts of people of all ages and genders, and if he ever feels he needs to make more connections, then we will go forth and socialize. It’s not hard. We don’t live in a box.

Until then, he’s happy with his handful of buddies, and that’s just perfect for him.

xx

PS. Check out this page by Sandra Dodd, or this podcast by Amy Childs

 

Bed time?

THEN…

Tick…tick…tick….7:28…tick….tick….7:29….tick…7:30!!

“Lights out!! Bed time!”

Yesssssss…..adult time!

“I’m not tired!”, “Just 5 more minutes??”, “I’ve nearly finished!!”

Ack. Always a struggle, it’s like pulling teeth. I’ve given him plenty of warning, the count down began an hour ago. I neeeeed down time, why is this so hard!?

Oh oh, and then once he’s in bed….*tap* *tap* tap*…what’s he doing now??!

“No! It’s not time to play Lego, pop it away, it’s time for bed! Do you want me to turn the light out??”

Urgh. And the threats began.

NOW…

*yaaaaawwwnnn*

“I’m exhausted, I’m going to head off to bed, night night, love you…” *smack* [the kiss on the forehead kind!]

“Night Mum, love you too.”

Yep, my 9 year old regularly outlasts me when it comes to bed time. And you know what. That’s fine by me! Unschooling has allowed us the freedom to let go of arbitrary bed times, there’s no need to be up early in the morning, we’re not going anywhere, and even if we are, we don’t need to get up and out the house at some ridiculous time, no 9am starts for us!

On the odd occasion that we do have to be somewhere at a specific time, we have a chat the night before about what time we need to be up, if it’s a particularly early one then Clay will generally head off to sleep when his Dad does. Otherwise if he wants to stay up later then I’ll wake him up a half hour before we have to leave, throw some clothes at him, and have his breakky ready for the car ride to wherever we may be going.

Things are so much less….stressful. The kids go to sleep when they are tired. Even Jessie, at 3.5 years, will fall asleep when (and where) she pleases. No struggles, a lot more cuddles and conversations, a few more books being read, shows being watched, games being played…

Australian Unschoolers sleeping

They fall asleep when and where they’re tired…

Australian Unschooler sleeping

…love it when she falls asleep on me.

Australian Unschoolers playing at night

Night time is a great time for monkey bars..

Australian Unschoolers playing Minecraft

…playing together…

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…or reading a book.

Clay is a night owl, like his Dad, his mind is buzzing and ready to go at 9pm. Take last night for example, he came bouncing in to where Jas and I were watching a show at about 9:30pm, practically squealing with excitement, he’d finally managed to build a Redstone sliding door in Minecraft. If he’d been sent to bed a couple of hours earlier, he would have missed that opportunity, or if I’d said “Great! Now it’s time for bed!”, can you imagine how it would feel to have to go to sleep after finally achieving something you’d been striving for?? His night had just begun!

Research suggests that our sleep patterns are genetic, and changing your pattern requires a lot of hard work. Yes, it’s true that the world revolves pretty much on a 9-5 day, but if Clay isn’t a 9-5 person, then he likely wont choose a job that requires him to work those hours. And if what he wants to do ends up being 9-5, and he really wants to do it, then he will put the work into changing his sleep cycles.

Until then…

*tap* *tap* *tap* go the keyboard strokes at 1am… 🙂

xx

PS. For more on bedtimes have a look at this post over on Sandra Dodd’s page, and this one, and this one on Sue Patterson’s blog.

 

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