Homeschooling: time to be kind

I thought I knew all about the negatives and positives of homeschooling, but here’s a surprise (and maybe it shouldn’t be…but…): the anxiety lessens, and with that, the kindness grows.  What is the anxiety about? is it “Time”? Public education, I’ve been informed, is all about time: “keeping kids on their toes…making them feel as if they’re always running out of time.” Hearing that statement last spring made a number of things click into place for me: what is wrong with current education practices and curriculum; what is wrong with our society; my questions about mental and physical health..and my own issues of feeling as if there is simply too much going on, and my children’s anxieties. And we are not alone in this. Everyone I share with feels similarly.

So it’s fascinating to see how when we reclaim time, we allow kindness to grow.

My oldest taught my youngest how to use Garage Band this week. My youngest carries the others’ dishes to the dishwasher (and left mouths agape in his wake!). Homework stress is gone. There is a big difference this year.

And each morning, I write. Every morning. Even if it means getting up at 5.

Time is to kindness what soil is to plants.

Disappointment…has a taste, like oatmeal with no salt…

What do we do with disappointment?

I never know who might read my blog: ex-students, I know.  Family members, especially those who live far away.  Friends. Fellow writers.

And the people who read my books.  Who are young people…  So, if I write a piece about what it’s like to work very hard toward a particular goal–in this case, preparing (4 weeks) for a job interview (5 hours) for a position I would have loved to have–and then I write about the waiting (4 weeks) for a response and then the disappointment when the answer is “no”…well, it’s not the story we’re supposed to write for kids. Some people like to argue about whether or not books for children should have hopeful or even happy endings.

Over and over, in books and movies, kids see the main character triumph against the odds.  But disappointment, having to change goals and direction, moving on…these are not the subjects of stories for young people. But my new novel, Molly’s Cue, which will be released next spring, IS about a change of direction.

Fact is, disappointments do happen. We do work hard for things…really hard, even…and they still don’t happen. Some people are convinced it’s a matter of what we believe, and how hard we believe in ourselves–as if it’s something you can measure.  Like this: Person A had 20 kilograms of belief in her self, but Person X had 68!  So…guess who got the job…

Or, conversely, Person A had two negative thoughts about not getting the job, but Person W had four negative thoughts. Person W did not get the job.

Anyway.  For whatever reasons–NOT lack of hard work, NOT lack of feeling good about myself–I did not get the job.  So.  No happy ending.  And moments of feeling not very hopeful.

Where is that story? Do people want to read that story? A “change of direction” story? A friend of mine, in her 50s, says that she can’t find anything to read that really speaks to where she’s at in her life–that mirrors her reality. Maybe that’s because we’re afraid to talk about these things. We’re all supposed to be Superfolk, and if we’re not, it’s because we’re doing something dreadfully wrong, and we should keep it to ourselves.

What is the purpose of disappointment? Everything must have a purpose now. One should be able to multi-task disappointment with any number of emotions. Maybe I need to think as a painter thinks: look at what I see before me, and consider what I do see, not what I think I see.

In a close-to-the-end rewrite of Molly’s Cue, I had to cut out a particular line.  A line that an earlier editor had marked as a favourite. A line that I was rather fond of. But sometimes a story calls for something else and, for the sake of the story, you cut. So I cut. Today I use it. As the title for this entry. With changes of direction, it’s entirely possible to find what you think you’ve lost, or even something unexpected.