September 16, 2016

The Traveling Tuttles

This Saturday we leave for Nashville and then take a little detour into Alabama.  All this for Donnie's remote sale's coaching job.  If you weren't aware, Donnie's now working for a  company called Southwestern Consulting based in Nashville, TN.

Having a remote job has been something I had prayed about for years now.  Giving us the freedom to live and travel anywhere our hearts desire.


(happy sigh...)  

wanderlust....   

wander...full....


Nashville!  Donnie has been there but we haven't...so I'm super excited to see the country music capital of the world! 

Oh....and we're camping!  Yeah!  Again!  Eek!  Well...right now that's the way we roll with a limited budget.  A couple tents, a few air mattresses, a cooler, blankets, flashlights.....yeah...I think we can make do for 10 days of travel.

I just love the fact of picking up and just going.  We can literally travel anywhere now that Donnie has this new job and the kids now homeschoolingBeing location independent is our desireTo spark our vision, we went scoping out RVs....looking at sizes and what can endure the cross country lifestyle.


Yeah...we're nuts! But seriously...why live so conventionally when you can literally explore the world with your little "abode" in tow!




Hmm...Could it be so that within this next year we could be touring the states?? I hope so!  The kids are ready...I'm ready.  We gotta do it since the kids are believing for this way of living.  

Kole is begging for a camera so he can start his travel vlog.  He said it'll be called "Dreamer: Adventures of a 10 year old boy who travels the world with his family."  This made this mommy heart smile.







All of this traveling talk with the kids has taken me back to my childhood.  I remember the times my dad would take us camping and when we drove across the states to San Diego. It also brings back memories of when I was really little living in Chile.


I lived there from birth to about 6 years old.  I clearly remember swinging on the squeaky old swing which hung right at the entrance of my grandparents garden nestled in their back yard.  This garden smelled of mint and was filled with big juicy blackberries.  This quaint little place faced the Strait of Magellan.  

This beautiful view was located 4 blocks from my grandparents home, my mother's childhood home...my first home.

It's so funny to think back on what my little mind would imagine while I swung on that squeaky swingI remember thinking I had seen a whale. I'm still not sure if it was part of my imagination or if I really did see one.  Either way...I would carry this imagination for years sharing it with childhood friends

Oh and I'll never forget about that shooting star....Oh yes...the one I cried over because I knew it had fallen out of the sky but couldn't find it on the ground.

Oh...all those lovely memories. 

The more real and vivid memories are of us traveling.  I remember staying at hostels in Santiago.  As I got a little older, I dreamed of becoming a flight attendant. 

Oh the memories.

Now it's time to help my kids make some of their own traveling memories. 


Onward we go...Not sure where our adventures will lead us.  I'm already planning for our Christmas getaway.  And hoping to stay longer this time.  

Thinking up North again. I hope this time we experience a lot of snow.  

 
I am so thankful we have the freedom and flexibility to be able to work on the road. 


September 9, 2016

My "Not So Crappy" Life...

Please oh please bear with me. 
there might be a few typos.  
no caps and maybe some punctuation missing.  
but bear with me.  
 I just feel a little....


i don't know...

just a little blah?
overwhelmed?  
you get my drift?  
if you've never been there before...then you're friggin perfect!

sigh.

another sigh.

Here I am...sitting at my computer....
drinking a glass of cabernet...
the late afternoon sun
casts a shadow on my wall


from my view it looks so pretty...like a door leading to a place that's filled with wonder...

a place where no cares...no laundry...no complaining...no struggles...no chores...no stress.


the door to a peaceful place, 
where only i can escape to.


"Ok...lady...wake up...  get down to what's really going on!!"

Oh...actually,

nothing really. 

But not gonna write anything of "value" really. 

today....it's one of those days...some week.  

i kinda, sorta...get hormonal at times...

geez...I am 45...almost 46!! 

pre-meno??

eek!!

I can't believe it!  

I'm feeling like i'm 50 this week.  

(sip of wine...hmmm)

ok...where was I?


Oh yes...sometimes life is crappy.  But then not really.  

nah....it's not to bad.  It's all how I look at.  

On this day...as I type this...

I'm looking at this day like it's crappy. 

kids complaining....saying they're bored...


kids making plans and i am not being that
"yes" mom

not Ms. Frizzle taking the kids on her magic school bus...


nah...

but you know?...
its just life...I guess...
crappy or happy....it's all rather good. 


So what am I complaining about?  
I don't know now.  

(smile..sip..sip..smile)

you know what???

It's good sometimes...
to just type my thoughts...

It brings things back into perspective.  

My life is not so crappy after all!!

(smile...cheers!)

Today is a new day! 



August 26, 2016

Learning By Immersion: The Deschooling Process


For months I've been telling myself I need to start writing again.

I always have a gazillion blog titles floating in my brilliant mind.  
But...unfortunately... I always seem to make the excuse of...


"Yeah....I don't have the time." 


Ah-ha!  Another post topic for another time
..."Time and What we Value" 



Ok so what was I saying?...
Oh yes...I'll have to make that time!  
And that's what I am going to start doing again.  
Making that time to share.



Now for the Topic of this post:  Deschooling


So our Deschooling process began the last day of "regular" school back in the beginning of June. 
Actually it probably started earlier, in my mind and heart.
I've been mentally deschooling on a constant basis. 

Long walks...Deep thoughts.


According to Wiki...Deschooling is 


"Philosophically, it refers to the belief that schools and other learning institutions are incapable of providing the best possible education for some or most individuals. Some extend this concept beyond the individual and call for an end to schools in general. This is based on the belief that most people learn better independently, outside of an institutional environment, at a self-determined pace, using appropriate technical infrastructure. This is the meaning of the term as used by Ivan Illich."

Another definition: "Stop thinking schoolishly. Stop acting teacherishly. Stop talking about learning as though it’s separate from life." —Sandra Dodd


Wait a minute?  

All these years I've been telling my kids that if they want to be "smart", learn and be something one day they have to do their "schoolwork".




I, ashamedly confess, when we previously homeschooled, would throw "comparison daggers" at my kids comparing them to traditional school kids. 


Anxiety would grow and I'd feel lost....not sure if they were learning anything at all. 

"Ok...lets get the curriculum my kids need and teach them according to grade." 

Yes...there is flexibility in schooling at home but some still follow the "formula" of traditional school.  
We tell our children they are in "First grade", "Seventh grade", "Eleventh grade"...  

I have been guilty of shoving the academics down while clearly separating life from school learning. 



We had our "school hours" and a set "school year". 


I had a conversation with one of the kids the other day.  He was saying how he should be in "7th grade" but because I held him back now he's in "6th grade".  

I realized I had created a traditional school mindset in myself and the children.


During this conversation, I told him that we need to retrain our thinking of what we believe learning and "school" is.  

We should not look at ourselves in the respective grades we are in but look at it as our life.  I continued to say that if I had to give myself a label or a grade, I would be in the 39th grade.  
(With the understanding I began school back when I was 6 years old.)  




The kids laughed and thought it was ridiculous.  I told them "Yes...it is ridiculous!  Then why is it not ridiculous to be labeled a 5th grade when at a school? " 

They shrugged with not knowing why.  


I proceeded to tell them....

It's a way to place labels and to keep children "organized" in the school system.
It's easier for the system to place groups of kids the same age in a classrooms and call it grade 1, grade 2, grade 3. etc...

It's easier for the school system to pass out the same books to all the children no matter if they like it or not, how literate they are, or how "gifted".  

The quicker they teach a little one to read and write, the easier it is on the teacher trying to juggle 25 first graders.  

What happens to the child who is slower to process words in their reader?  Or the child who'd rather be playing than reading his book? 


This child would get labeled "special ed", possibly held back or lost in an oblivion of kids who feel so screwed up because they can't understand a concept...Thus believing a lie that they are inferior in this world with no chance to become successful.

Deschooling process makes so much sense to me right now. 

It's a way I have found to reteach my children that they can learn anything they set their mind to. 


The deschooling process looks much like a prolonged summer break....an average weekend.

We are spend a lot of time talking, reading, watching our favorite shows, playing with each other, making blanket forts, and learning.  


Yes...Learning. 

Learning in their play. 
Learning in our talks.  
Learning in their quiet times. 


I've been doing a lot of observing lately.  
Just watching what interest each one of them.  
At times, I'll interrupt and ask them to share what they are thinking about or what they find interesting in the activity they are doing.  



I honestly feel like I have a little shovel in my hand, digging deep within their souls, finding seeds of curiosity and helping them plant these tiny seeds in little pots hoping something will sprout into a tree of THEIR life. 


We're having so much fun deschooling.