Our days have a shape and a flow to them based on the activities that we participate in. Most weeks we have plenty of free-time built in; time to daydream, create, go for a walk, pick wildflowers, etc. Some of our moments look educational, and some look like straight-up play, but they're all full of learning if you look at it carefully. Does knowing how to identify wildflowers and medicinal plants in the nearby fields and hills count as science? Does calculating how many minutes we have until we need to pick up an older sister at 11:52 count as math? How 'bout helping with the grocery budget? Does reading aloud while a little sister builds a fairy house at the base of a tree count as English? Does it matter what label we attribute to the educational moments in our days?
Camille cares for our animals in the mornings and on weekdays she participates in band class at the local high school. Oftentimes Sylvia and Ayla ride into town with me and we read books, sit by the river, or play at a park. If Papa is working from home, I sometimes get a quiet 45 minutes to sit and knit, or read, or walk in the woods near town by myself. Afternoons can vary widely. On a rainy day we might bring out the microscope and look at everything we can think of, including glitter and fingerprints. On a sunny day we might go to a state park for a hike, or hang laundry and work in the garden, or play games, or work individually on projects of our own choosing. On Tuesdays (and sometimes Thursdays), Camille might meet friends in town when they get out of school. Thursdays have a saxophone lesson before band, and Fridays include volunteering at the library in the next town over after band. Usually we grocery shop/run errands early in the week. Evenings often involve watching documentaries or cooking shows, snuggling, playing music, etc. Weekends often include sleepovers and play dates, as well as time with family.
Here is a glimpse into moments throughout our last week.
Sylvia has been working on cutting and sanding a cedar hiking stick.
While I was prepping dinner, she jumped in to cut the ramps and morels that we had foraged the day before. Then she offered to scramble eggs to serve with the sauteed mushrooms and greens.
Camille invited Ayla to ride along while mowing the grass. Later in the day she invited a few friends over. I offered rootbeer floats and, as a matter of course, stayed away from the trampoline where they were hanging out. Camille is definitely past the age where I can casually take photos of her and her friends without them feeling on the spot. I can respect that.
Ayla asked Camille if she would help her learn to ride a bike without training wheels. Camille obliged.
pleased and thankful
Our raspberry patch is showing promise of plentiful berries even after we had a hard freeze late in the spring. I'm not sure that our apple and cherry trees will fare so well this year.
A Midsummer Night's Dream all together. We teased out the meaning from most lines and spent a lot of time giggling. Even without being a fluent reader, Sylvia's vocabulary is often beyond her years.
Camille (to Sylvia): "I find it disconcerting that you keep using the word 'disconcerting'."
me: "Sylvia has been using it in an appropriate context each time."
Sylvia: "Camille also used 'disconcerting' appropriately!"
playing down by the river at a park while Camille volunteers at the nearby library
all ready to get dropped off at the roller rink with her friends
I tend to be the late night designated driver for Camille and her friends when they want to rollerskate on the weekends. I really enjoy it actually. Sometimes we have had serious conversations about issues affecting the young teens or their friends. Sometimes we have sung the name 'Bob' over and over in silly barbershop-quartet style and laughed to the point of tears. Sometimes I have quietly driven while they discuss crushes or politics or music. Twelve and thirteen are difficult ages (I remember), but twelve and thirteen year-olds themselves are awesome, thoughtful (sometime moody) people deserving of respect.
sparklers on a warm evening
Our Girl Scout troop sold enough cookies earlier in the year to receive a reward day at an indoor theme/water park this Sunday. Sylvia, Ayla, and I stuck together and had a really fun time, even though this isn't my preferred type of environment personally. Camille also tends to get sensory overload in such a noisy, chaotic environment but she managed quite well and was able to run around with her friend all day.
Camille again, on the second story of the ropes course
After nearly seven hours bouncing back and forth between the theme park and the water park, we got Camille home in time to for her to grab a bite to eat, put on a nice dress, and be ready to join the band playing at an evening baccalaureate ceremony. Whew!
If a week contains loads of questions (some to be looked up and researched, some to be speculated about), plenty of fresh air (alone or together), discussion (including respectfully addressing difficult emotions or disagreements), and play (lots and lots), then I consider that a very fine life and subsequently a fine education. If we discuss the ramifications of inequality and discrimination, but we don't get around to memorizing the presidents and the state capitols, I'm okay with that. Learning doesn't stop at a certain age, and gaps can always be filled in later.