My children spent the last two weeks free of an academic schedule for winter break. True, we cancelled plans to see any beloved ones for the holidays and stay home with the stomach flu, though our time together has been delightful.
I've organized so many cupboards, closets, cabinets, and even places that don't begin with the letter C. One of our highlights was waking up at 1 a.m. Christmas morning to wash bedding; as everyone was up, we opened a couple gifts. My son Liam's quilt hasn't progressed much, though we've turned a friend's old t-shirts into handkerchiefs and crafted fabric bowls from smaller scraps. New quilt squares were cut, ironed, and organized for days. Art kits that sat dormant for months were finally enjoyed. My children spent a little time on the computer playing academic games together. They read, wrote, and assembled endlessly. There was plenty of clean up time too.
Our little staycation felt more academically successful than our hours of struggle at the kitchen table. While my family chooses the route of homeschooling with some adult-chosen academics, I now see the splendor of unschooling. Thanks to my patient, creative children teaching me to find joy and love in each moment, our staycation became a sensation. I just followed their lead and picked up pieces along the way.
I've organized so many cupboards, closets, cabinets, and even places that don't begin with the letter C. One of our highlights was waking up at 1 a.m. Christmas morning to wash bedding; as everyone was up, we opened a couple gifts. My son Liam's quilt hasn't progressed much, though we've turned a friend's old t-shirts into handkerchiefs and crafted fabric bowls from smaller scraps. New quilt squares were cut, ironed, and organized for days. Art kits that sat dormant for months were finally enjoyed. My children spent a little time on the computer playing academic games together. They read, wrote, and assembled endlessly. There was plenty of clean up time too.
Our little staycation felt more academically successful than our hours of struggle at the kitchen table. While my family chooses the route of homeschooling with some adult-chosen academics, I now see the splendor of unschooling. Thanks to my patient, creative children teaching me to find joy and love in each moment, our staycation became a sensation. I just followed their lead and picked up pieces along the way.
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