Showing posts with label development. Show all posts
Showing posts with label development. Show all posts

Friday, April 29, 2016

Reading: " just another screen"

Yemaya was obsessed with this book for a while
When Eale and I were child-free and imagining our future together we thought parenting would be like living in a book club (cue laugh track). We love reading. So it seems only fitting that as yet none of our children have been bitten by the book-love bug.

This is cause for most of my homeschooling anxiety. I worry about my children's future, I worry about what others will think, I worry about all the wonderful moments and stories my children are missing out on having because they can't yet read. Eale, on the other hand, is a faith-keeper. He does not sweat this stuff. He knows how wonderful reading will be when the kids come to it, but he is happier than I to let them come to it in their own time.

Every now and again I get all up in my head about having an eight year old who doesn't read. I remember devouring chapter books of The Sweet Valley nature at her age. I wonder how much of my concern is truly for Gaia, and how much is about my own preconceived notions of parenting and education and what "successful" and "smart" look like. When these moments came in the past: I sat with G and coaxed her into reading and it was not fun. I've handed the reins over to Eale and let him be the parent she reads with. We both agree that Gaia can read when she wants to, but she rarely wants to. If she doesn't want to read and you sit down and ask her to, she tunes out...she magically unlearns everything she knows about the alphabet and phonetics. It's reached the point where Eale and I feel like we're being punked.

Friends have reassured us with tales of their own children who were late to reading. Other friends reassure us that eight isn't that old or far behind, and speak of Steiner and Waldorf. But what really made me relinquish my reading paranoia was what a friend referred to as his "controversial" opinion that "reading can be just another screen."

My mind melted at the theory that books are not the holiest of holy items we hippy-esque parents imagine them to be. Books could simply be another product in the endless pile of stuff sold to us as childhood entertainment. Think about it...I remember getting in trouble with family for having my nose in a book and being anti-social, the same way adults spin out about kids and their screen time these days.

The friend who theorised that books are like screens went on to say that screens and reading share the potential to "steal childhood". Why do we worry about how much screen time our children are having? Screen time is not time in nature like climbing trees, it's not active like running around, it's not social in the way that playing with toys with friends is social. With their minds lost to the screens children can become disengaged from the world around them and it has the potential to become an addictive behaviour: favouring screens over "real life". Literally all of these criticisms can be applied to reading. In fact, both books and screens can facilitate socialisation and be used as educational tools, but for some reason many of us put books on a pedestal as the superior tool when there are many more talents the screens possess. 

There is another way that reading can "steal childhood": and that is through the pressure placed on kids to learn to read. When my friend made his controversial comment it made me think about the times I'd called Gaia to sit with me and a book. Calling her out of the moment to sit and read was extinguishing whatever learning she had deemed important. I was calling her away from her childhood.

Unschoolers suggest that you don't need to teach a child to read. Regardless of theory, our expert experience in educating Gaia has shown us that this is not a method that works for her. Thus, we need to stop. We were drawn to homeschooling because we wanted our children to learn the necessities at their own pace, when they felt ready. But loving the theory and living the reality are two different things. The theory appealed because a blissful cloud of delusion made pre-mother me think that my kids would value the things I value and learn the things I thought were important when I felt was age-appropriate. Turns out, my children are unique individuals!

The children will learn to read when they need to (that is, when they have a strong desire to do so). How do children learn to talk and walk? We model the behaviour, we immerse them in a culture of walking and talking, and they pick it up themselves to be part of our world. Our children want to connect with us: they want to talk with us, walk like us, and having us read books aloud to them is something else they like. We also allow them to play with books. They like to pretend to read thick reference books (Gaia cannot drag herself away from the reference section of the library, even though she has not yet mastered the art of reading children's books herself). They like to touch books, build with them, use them in games as stepping stones, plates and toy beds, to name a few. They see Eale and I reading, we make regular trips to the library, borrow books, have family reading nights and particular series we read together like The Magic Faraway Tree. We discuss books. The girls know I'm writing my own book and Gaia often dictates her own stories to me as scribe. Gaia also has a pen pal. My bet is, that in a reading rich environment such as this: chances are our children will be fluent readers one day.

One of my favourite photos. 2008: Eale reading to baby Gaia


 Further reading on reading

Children teach themselves to read

Learning to read naturally 

Learning to read the Waldorf way

Myth Busting: How reading is taught in a Waldorf school

I'm Unschooled, yes I can read

Thursday, January 28, 2016

First Day (Not) Back

Today was our first day (not) back to school. Gaia would be entering grade 2 & Yemaya a second year of kindergarten. 

We spent the first day of the 2016 school year crafting with friends at their place, in the morning. Gaia created a cardboard land for the my little ponies (they are all obsessed with MLP right now) & the afternoon was spent playing with these. 

Gaia also invented a board game involving the land and ponies (it involved dynamite and a lot of death too #girlswillbegirls). Then Yemaya, Frida, Lenus and I read stories at the library while Gaia had her first dance class for the year. A rather fruitful not-first day back.
 
One of the many reasons homeschooling was the choice for us was a desire for our children to grow up grade-free. It's not reasonable to expect children to be capable of certain feats simply because of their age. It also isn't ideal to segregate children based on age. So it is amusing that every year we do the math and determine what grade they would be in if they were attending one of the local schools. For all my talk, I am a sucker for certain schooly traditions like the first day back snapshot (don't get me started, I've tried talking Eale into speech nights and an unschool Christmas play ;-D). This silly math game we play led to an interesting discussion about individuality in our family.

Life would be very different if we were in the system with Yemaya.  At her age Gaia could have started school, but Yemaya is not school ready, Realising this has made us grateful, once again, to be able to give our children this alternative start to life (it's also made us realise we need to find new ways to support Yemaya's learning that work for her, which will most likely require more involvement from adults outside the family, and stop coasting along expecting she will respond to activities and develop skills the same way her older sister did). If we had been planning to send Yemaya to school, last year would have been very stressful as we tried to get her school ready and find out why she's "behind" her peers. But there's no ticking timebomb, and whether she's "starting school" or "repeating kindergarten" is meaningless, because yesterday is no different from today in our learn-through-living style.