Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Sunflowers for Summer

Last month we planted a pot of sunflower seeds, and they have since sprouted into seedlings. Ladybug has her own watering can, and we head out frequently to water them, which she refers to as flowers eating water. From the day I bought the flower seeds, I have been super excited about this project. So I'm relieved that Bug is having fun with it too.

Of course, we've been reading books about sunflowers too. Life As a Sunflower was a big hit last month. Nice photography and simple text, so that it's engaging even though it's nonfiction. Then this weekend I bought To Be Like the Sun, and I'm just in love with it. Ladybug likes it too and requested three consecutive readings today. It seems to be art meets poetry meets science meets spirituality. The text is written as a little girl addressing the sunflower seed that she is planting. She notes the white stripes on the gray seed, then tells the sunflower that although she digs the hole, the seed does the real work, sunflower work, following instructions written on its heart. Lovely.

The story takes us through the seasons, and though the words are few, each page is so rich. The girl-narrator observes that the flower bud is like hands clasped around a treasure. Ladybug and I play a hand game, making tight fists like flower buds that we open up like a blooming flower. As the flower grows, the text names the parts of the plant in a simple poetic rhythm. It encourages artistic and scientific appreciation without being didactic. Ladybug has zeroed in on the word stem when we read this page. When fall comes, leaves swirl and cardinals flock to the bird feeder stocked with sunflower seeds. So Bug talks about how cardinals love to eat sunflower seeds, and she can eat sunflower seeds too. The story ends in winter, with the little girl reflecting on the tiny seed, and how hard it worked to be like the sun. Even the end pages are fun, covered in a design of scattered sunflower seeds. Bug chose to count these, so now we've integrated math into our delightful book. I guess it has everything!








Friday, June 7, 2013

Real Counting and Potato Chip Subtraction

Miss Bug has been counting (roughly to 11) for a while now, in that memorized way that children do, without reference to what the numbers mean. More recently, I saw her move to the stage where she properly identified two things. She will carefully arrange her fingers so she's holding up two on each hand, which most adults read as four, but she has her own math language right now. Then, she carefully points to the pair of objects and declares, "Two things! It is two." There was one, two, and many.

Then last week she got to three. She carefully points to each of the three buttons on my shirt, properly counting them and declaring the sum of three. I believe experts say she doesn't fully understand the abstract concept of counting, and believes that each object is being named one, two or three. Whatever is going on, it's a developmental change from her previous stage. Yesterday she counted a row of 7 dots, and though she counted "wrong" because she missed some and concluded that the total was 5, it sure looked like like she understood the task she was trying to tackle. This is all very interesting to observe, and fun to see how it happens without concerted instruction. (However, there's tons of PBS and counting books in our home, plus some nuclear physics for good measure.)

Here's another "how it happened" story. Subtraction: 
We ordered Panera for dinner, which comes with a yummy bag of bad-for-you potato chips as a side. Ladybug saw Daddy's bag of chips and wanted to dig in. Wanting to be fair, yet teach moderation, I said, "How about three chips? You can have three." And I counted them out for her very dramatically. She was appeased (thank god, cause tantrums suck). And she really relished those chips, and talked about how there were three of them. Then, about ten minutes later, she surprised me by announcing, "Now Lady has two chips!" And it was so. Three chips, toddler eats one, equals two chips. So I parroted this back to her, validating her claim. Later, this continued with, "Now Lady has one chip. She does have one chip." 

Although she wasn't watching this video  the day of the potato chip subtraction, I suspect she took her cue from this song, "Elmo's Ducks" where Elmo counts down from four ducks to none. I totally let her watch YouTube videos as a guilty pleasure in the late afternoons, or when I'm trying to have a conversation that isn't interrupted by me being climbed on. So here we are, that's the story of how Ladybug started to subtract.

How Much Freedom? (The roles of the parent and the school)

For most of my life, I've felt protective of the right of the parent to determine a child's education. I think this protectiveness comes from the fact that in U.S. law, the right to homeschool flows from the government's acknowledgement of that right of the parent. The state has an interest in seeing that children are educated, but that interest does not overshadow the fundamental right of the parent to educate their child as they see fit. This is why homeschooling is legal in all 50 states, though regulated to different degrees in different states.

For me, homeschooling meant freedom. I asked my parents' permission to homeschool. My parents told the state that my education was going in a different direction from the government-designed program. Then my parents let me design my own program. As an adult, I realize that many critics of homeschooling are concerned about the amount of time they imagine a homeschooled student spends with their parent. Where's the room for separation? In my case, neither parent quit their job for me to homeschool, so plenty of space remained between my parents and me. Though I definitely communicated with them about what I studied, I was truly self-directed.

So I've felt strongly about the rights of the parent, but also about the value of letting the student be as self-directed as possible. Now that I'm starting an alternative school, I'm meeting all sorts of people who feel the parent should not be responsible for the child's education, because children need a place to go without their parents. I think this idea is using a different definition of "responsible for" than the one I do. In my mind, here's the model: An individual parent has the right and the responsibility to educate their child. They execute that right in a variety of ways, perhaps by sending their child to public school, selecting a private school, or developing a homeschool. In each of these models (to greater and lesser degrees), the parent delegates some of the job to someone else. But they retain their rights, and if school is going poorly for their child, they can choose a different option (ideally, anyway). So a parent choosing a democratic free school isn't saying, "I'm not responsible for my child's education." They're saying that as the steward of their child, this is the education they have chosen for that child.

That's the model (and I suspect I subconsciously adopted it because it's the legal model in the U.S.), but what I really believe is more nuanced. I believe that the role of the parent is one of ever-decreasing responsibility. A child is born and we do everything for them. For Ladybug, I held her while she slept because she couldn't even do that without me. Before she was born, I breathed for her, for goodness sake. Little by little, over the course of a couple decades, a parent hands over the reigns. The freedoms and responsibilities are transferred to the child. I imagine a spectrum that, taken as a whole, represents full-fledged adult responsibility and freedom. The parent begins by being responsible for most of this spectrum, and the child's portion of it grows over time. But, like I concluded in this post, the process is messy and nonlinear, more nonlinear than the spectrum example really depicts.

What does this mean for education? That in each parent-child relationship, you have an intricate and individualized division of labor. Together, depending on how much of the spectrum the child is overseeing, the parent and child select an education for that child. They may pick over and over again, rejecting what doesn't work, honing what does. I know from forums that homeschooling parents are constantly in that honing process, throwing out the curricula their child rejected and looking for something better.

How much of the spectrum a child "should be" responsible for, and at what age, could be the defining factor in different educational philosophies. A traditional public school grants almost no autonomy, such that the idea of choosing what you study, if it occurs at all, is a novelty on a special occasion day. Radical unschoolers and proponents of free schools are going to grant the child responsibility for the whole spectrum of activities surrounding their education. This method, while terrifying to those only familiar with the traditional model, has been an effective education for many students.

I am helping to establish a free school because I believe in the power of educational options, and that many students flourish within the free school model. But I am captivated by the notion of a school that manages to exist somewhere in the middle, ceding autonomy to students as they grow into it, on an individual basis and with respect for the role of the parent in that process.

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Edit: A note to the grammar nazis out there, including beloved English profs. I am a huge fan of the "improper" use of the pronoun "their" as a gender-neutral singular pronoun. So is everyone who speaks our evolving English language. Particularly since this is a blog written in an informal tone, I will continue to make liberal use of this form/device/error. Thanks ;)

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Summer Begins

This is one of my favorite pictures from this week. The weather got hot just in time for the beginning of June, and we played at the sprinkler in one of the local parks.

In The Messy Space

My free time has been filled with reading books about Sudbury Valley School, which is one of many democratic schools like the one I'm working to start. More personally, I've been faced with the challenges of a  2 1/2 year old who whines and cries for me if anyone else so much as looks at her. Ladybug is sensitive, but this has been a new level of needy, and it's been going on for about two months now. My strategy of leaving the house in the mornings for outings and play dates has been shot to hell, because Ladybug screams when she sees other children. I know it's a phase. This week, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel as her behavior mellowed.

I mention my struggles with Bug's behavior because it's nearly impossible to study an educational philosophy that espouses hands off, child-led learning and not wonder if you're being overly-directive as a parent. Is that why she's so upset lately? I've been pushing her? (Nope. It's just a phase.) I try so hard to be relaxed with her. As my blog description attests, I really believe that it's best to follow her lead.

Planning a radical free school while struggling to teach your toddler to control herself is a recipe for self-doubt. I guess parenting is a recipe for self-doubt, if I'm honest. And that's just the point, isn't it. Parenting isn't the same as running a school. There's some overlap in skills, undoubtedly. Legally speaking, schools act in loco parentis, "in place of the parent." All schools have to consider the role of the parents, and the best ones find a good way to keep the parents involved.

Schools must find the right balance of parental involvement, just like parents are constantly walking the line between enforcing rules and letting children grow more independent. It's not a smooth process. Before you have kids, you might decide that you will let your children do things for themselves, even though it will take longer, so that they can learn. Great! Simple, right? Well, what about the things they want to do but physically cannot? And they insist, and you let them, so they struggle and get all mad as they fail. And this process is healthy and good, but your blood pressure is rising because your kid is melting down and screaming her scream that has specially evolved to make you lose it, and you're already late for wherever you're going. Then you wonder if you wouldn't have done better to skip the struggle this time.

As I reread this meandering post, the themes I see are doing your best while feeling uncertain, learning by making mistakes, and struggling with the simplicity of principles versus the mess that is reality. Learning isn't a linear process that can be cleanly plotted out by a textbook publisher or parenting manual. Instead, in a democratic free school or a toddler homeschool, there will be a messy struggle to grow. It's the space for struggle, the time to run behind schedule, that leads to authentic growth. In the messy space, we and our children find ourselves.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Starting a School

I have been pretty quiet on this blog for a while, ever since I wrote one post about the conference I attended at the end of April. Well, here's what's going on. I'm starting a school! I can hardly believe it, and I wanted to make sure it wasn't just a pie in the sky thing, but it does seem to be real and not just a happy dream I've stumbled into.

At the conference I met and had lunch with several other youngish people, all interested in transforming education. One of them, a woman named Brooke, is in the early stages of starting a democratic school for self-directed learning. And she needs help. Since I've been fretting about, raging against, and generally questioning public education since I was 15, working on this project really is my dream job. In my life before I had a daughter, I was never satisfied with my career. I knew I wanted to be doing something related to education and that I had some pretty radical ideas about what was wrong with the system. My day jobs were always unrelated to my passion for education, and I ultimately decided to have children earlier in my timeline, and return to the education career later. I think I'm returning. As startling as it is, later seems to have arrived.

The school we're starting is very liberal. It will be a place where students don't have to do anything they don't want to do, which looks to many adults like a lot of wasted time. There's a method to the madness, however. When people are actually free to confront their own boredom, they have the space to learn who they are. When you are fully responsible for your own choices, you are able to learn from your mistakes without blaming another person for them.

If you're reading this and you're interested in helping with the school, please let me know. We're in the very early stages and actively looking for people who are interested in joining the team.