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Hello! Amber here. My friend Heidi, one of the coolest, smartest, most interesting people I know (the woman built her own small straw bale house while mothering her two year old son *and* pregnant with her daughter!), will be posting here from now on alongside Anna and myself. Here is her fabulous first post!:
I don't know the reasons for this, since it equates in a dramatic dampening of my spirit, but i often get sucked into the vortex of the inside of my house. My children along with me. just the other day i took a blanket and pillow out under the big black oak outside the front of my home and lay on my back to read while my children swung on the ancient creaking board swing that hangs from said black oak. i lay looking up into the patterning of leaves and remembered. i couldn't believe i had forgotten, I remembered that this is the type of activity that nourishes my spirit. a deepening of relaxation and slowing of breath. grounding deep into the earth. suddenly my previously anxious needy children from just minutes before found intriguing activities of discovery. my year old daughter rediscovered the feeling and taste of an in-mature acorn in her mouth. my three year old son flew high in the sky his belly on the swing, smiling his sweet smile into the warm summer air rushing against his face.
i am impressed upon by the need for my children to learn socially appropriate behavior by being exposed to groups of children and one-on-one play. the norm for socialization in the united states is school. I like the idea of children learning together and growing along side one another as playmates, but i am not as interested in the state curriculum, or the desk oriented learning. i was introduced to the idea of "Unschooling" by my friend jessica and read the book "teenage liberation handbook" by grace Llewellyn and there after bought a book about elementary age unschooling. But both books draw a large blank for preschool and kindergarten age children ( the ages that my offspring are now). Unschooling is a form of education which allows the child to learn at their own speed and in areas of their interest. The unschooling theory is that children left to their own curiosity will have a strong drive to learn and be able to go more deeply into the subjects in which they are interested, with out the assignments and due dates altering their natural flow of learning. Often unschoolers will take classes and find mentors in their area of interest like music or building. still there is not much literature concerning unschooling for young children and i am feeling around in the dark. this writing is an exploration of my learning process as i feel into the unknown.
this summer i decided to try and give my son some socialization and i put him in an arts and farm camp. It turned out that he was not ready for such a structured environment and most of the activities in the camp, were doing things that he is already exposed to at home. the result was that he buddied up with one of the children and they ran off to play outside of the group only returning to the activities with great convincing. i ended up deciding to take my son out of the camp since i didn't want to pay for him to play with a friend who he could play with for free any other day. So back to the natural rhythm of summer life with less driving to town for camp and more time playing at the river. maybe some day he will be ready for that type of structure but in the unschooling fashion i am not going to force a learning on him at a time when he will not be able to integrate it.
On our way home from our last day of camp i was feeling frustrated. irrationally wishing i could force my son into being able to work with structured learning environments (this was probably coming from a sense of personal inadequacy feeling that it was the fault of my parenting that he was not ready. I was also hoping that i would be able to gain a little one-on -one time with my daughter since my son and i had been bumping heads lately around the house. ) I decided to take us home via the back way past the river. the water was still a bit high for safe swimming but the beaches were freshly cleaned and amended from the spring flooding. We parked on the side of the dusty narrow road and found a trail leading down to the river near the bridge. The trail we chose was a tricky one. steep, requiring good balance, foot traction, poison oak dodging and a bit of rock climbing. Anarion who was over amped in the car from his day of play at camp now calmed and concentrated as he expertly met the challenge of our desention to the water. once down at the river there was about a hundred yards of boulders to navigate in order to reach the nearest substantial beach (and sand toys in tow be needed sand). My daughter strapped to my back i speedily made my way to the beach trusting in the ability of my son to make his way in his own time.
I reached the beach and released my daughter to play. this particular day was overcast and i sat with my back against a large boulder and relaxed in the defused warmth of the sun, one eye on my daughter and one eye watching for my son's head to peak over the largest bolder obscuring my view of him. the river had left a peninsula of sand between the shore and a water sculpted rock a little ways out in the current leaving shallow wading pool on either side of the peninsula. the water was frigid but my daughter fearlessly waded in. I got up and removed her clothing so i wouldn't have to cary a soggy baby back to the car. as i was able to relax i began to enjoy the magnificence of her contentment and her scientific exploration of the sand with her hands and shovel. learning weight and density and speed of the sand slipping through her fingers. And there he came, my son, over the large boulder, jovially singing a nonsense song as he confidently climbed his way to me. his energy was grounded and focused and engaged in learning about the workings and wielding of his body. he jumped off of a tall rock to land in the sand and immediately found a wavy stick of driftwood to be a tool for play. We enjoyed our play until dinner time and my angst about the camp dissolved. This few hours at the river was a so much richer learning experience for my son than his whole day of inappropriate camp.
since then ( in our usual summer flow) we have been at the river often. i am always watching and wondering at the speed of both of my children's learning when the learning is through play and exploration. My son has taught himself to swim around with his floatation vest and his enjoyment of learning about the water and strenghteniing his body through swimming, nourishes my soul. there are often other children at the river which allows him to practice socialization. his play times at the river are his most peaceable. the usual argumentation between he and another child is around a toy and when no toys are present there is most often just enjoyment and rumpus fun.
As a child most of my memories of play involve me out in nature, up a tree or on a rope swing. When my family moved to town i was amazed that it was harder to know what part of the season we were in since i had based my sense of the passing year on the plant life around me and their cycles. Nature was indeed my greatest teacher of physics and math and botany, and quiet observation. I learned harmony through the bird songs and rushing of wind in the leaves of trees, the gurgle of a gentle creek. I hope that as my children look back on their life memories and they are filed with nature and the sensuous learning through their strong smart bodies.
I am still feeling around discovering what is best for my children. I know my son would love more play time with his peers as well at time away from the family to discover himself. I am looking at play groups and programs for learning in nature based ways. I like field schools where the learning is based on location of study, like learn about plants in a garden or nature setting, or go to the ocean to learn about tide pools. There are also "Forest Schools" for the very young (unfortunately not near my home) that bring children out into the forests to learn through what is present in a forest. Waldorf appeals to me but their under emphasis on reading doesn't work for my son who is super interested in books and reading and can already sound out small words. Montasori is neet how it encourages the child to initiate and guide their own learning process, but lacks the nature element. At the moment play groups are the best thing i have come up with for his need to spend time away from the family and the home environment offers many opportunities for learning. he creates architecture with his blocks and plays around on his papa's drum set, he cuts shapes out of paper and mocks up items for his imaginary games from the clean recycling can, i involve him in my cooking and cleaning, we go on outings and to gatherings. he is a sponge sucking it all in. I know he does not need a school to learn and succeed in life, but i am a seed in the wind of this society of schooled children. I am looking for a place to land and be watered by support and root into my resources.
- Heidi Woods
Posted at 10:15 AM in Food & Nutrition, Living To Sustain Generations, Nourishing Mama- Body & Spirit, Raising Healthy Babes, Wisdom of the Ancestors | Permalink | Comments (8) | TrackBack (0)
from Anna
Today, Stella and I headed out to meet some of our mama and baby buddies for an awesome afternoon of strawberry picking. We had such a blast. There is nothing like a band of toddlers going wild in a berry patch, lemme tell ya.
So, I thought I'd share a few photos from our sticky, sweet adventure... and this article from Chelseagreen.com: 5 Reasons You Should Pick-Your-Own This Summer.
Posted at 08:31 PM in Food & Nutrition, Living To Sustain Generations, Manna From Anna, Raising Healthy Babes | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack (0)
from Anna
I read an article in Mothering many months back that really inspired me. It was about some Northern European preschool where the children play outdoors all day long. Yes, all day... every day. Rain or shine. Sometimes they don warm coats and scarves, sometimes they need rain slickers and galoshes... but they are out there in the fresh air, playing not just with "natural toys" but with nature. I thought about how really marvelous this is, and really anachronistic, too, in a time when most kids find fun in front of screens in carefully climate-controlled (and often sterilized) environments. Around the same time I read Richard Louv's wonderful book Last Child in the Woods, in which he coins the term "Nature Deficit Disorder" and describes how limited access to the outdoors and lack of unstructured play there has contributed to an alarming rise of childhood depression and attention disorders. I realized reading this book, and especially after reading that article, that I should be getting the Wee Girl out there to play every day, and that there was no good reason at all that I should be searching for indoor fun because of "bad" weather... that barring truly freezing temperatures or howling thunderstorms, we should still be able to have lots of fun outside, even in the winter. So that's how we ended up spending many days during these past cold months enjoying the parks around town, more often than not as the only folks climbing and swinging and marching through the trees in our mittens and fleecy hats. I heard a few words of caution from family concerned that I might be dooming the child to a rotten case of pneumonia... but of course, being cooped up inside with all the germies during the cold months is what really contributes to all the winter sickies, and Stella came through the season with flying colors and barely a sniffle.
And moreover, she really enjoyed herself. Now that the weather is warming up, and everything is turning green and lush, it's marvelous to be able to point out to her (or have pointed out to me!) how everything is changing, and to see all sorts of little creature-friends who weren't there before. It's exciting to think that she will have an authentic understanding about the cycles of the seasons, and be familiar with the plants and animals and wonderous what-nots that many kids might only recognize from their picture books or television screens. She really does seem to prefer being outside, too... even when it's raining or "yucky" she points out the windows, pulls me to the doors. We've started taking a good long walk to the river and playing at the park every Saturday afternoon while The Papa is at prayer services-- I used to try to keep her amused for those hours indoors, in the playroom, and it was always a hassle. Now we both look forward to enjoying a glorious springtime stroll and some good old running around and climbing all over before we head over to see the other kids and play with the toys inside for a much shorter span of time. She's so much less fussy and stir-crazy. Today we went to a playdate to meet up with a bunch of babies and toddlers we know, but Stella wasn't really into it after she had made her rounds of the house, inspecting all the toys and exploring her options. She wanted out. We ran around on the grassy commons outside our friend's house, chasing butterflies, looking at tiny flowers, touching tree bark, collecting sticks. She even met her first bee.
I think this has all got to be pretty good for her. I think among all the intriguing points that Louv brings up in his book about why kids need nature, the most striking is that children need to be on the move-- they need to run wild, use all that energy, revel in the joy of being in their bodies. Trying to calm kids down, keep them quiet and still, sit them at desks, focus their attention on "work"-- is really the biggest part of our crisis with hyperactivity and attention problems... we expect developmentally inappropriate behavior from small children, and put them in "classroom" situations long before they can be ready (and who ever, at whatever age, really wants to be ready for dreary days at a desk when there are butterflies to chase?!). With less and less time outdoors, and more of that precious little time spent in very structured, competitive recreational pursuits, it's no wonder kids can't focus, can't relax, can't enjoy themselves. Hmmm... and it sounds like a lot of grown-ups you know, too, right?
In any case, I was thinking again the other day about that school where the kids spend all their time in their natural habitat-- and it is truly their natural haunt, what children have evolved to enjoy, explore, learn from (as with so much of modernity, babies have no natural inclination to adapt to our weird whims when their innate prehistoric biological expectations are thwarted!) and I couldn't find a link to that article. I did find this, however, and it's a good little read: Bye-bye Classroom.
I'm hoping that maybe we can round up a gang of other kids and parents who really want to devote themselves to the idea of keeping outdoor play at the tippy-top of the agenda... not a hard task when the summertime is right around the corner, but I hope we won't be the only crazy pair out there sloshing in the rain or chasing squirrels in our parkas come next winter.
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from Anna
It sounds like a joke right? I assure you it's not the beginning of a satire... it's increasingly becoming a real concern of mine.
Let me start by saying a few things about how I feel as a breastfeeding mother and aspiring lactation professional... undoubtedly and unreservedly, I support nursing mothers and support the right to feed children from the breast anywhere and anytime they hunger, thirst, or need comfort. Call it the "natural order", call it "the way G-d intended"... whichever way you look at it, it's good and right. I certainly don't attack any bottlefeeding mothers for their choices, I've never verbally accosted a lady with a rubber nipple in her kid's mouth, and I hesitate still even to talk with pregnant mamas about their plans for nourishing their babes for fear of offending. I have definite strong opinions about how infants and small children should be fed, but I'm generally not confrontational by any means. And while I sure do feel, as stated above, that women have every right to breastfeed publicly and proudly, I admit that I feel generally okay, personally, about being fairly modest in the practice of it. I've read online posts from mothers who proudly describe pushing a shopping cart around Wal-Mart with their wee one in the childseat nursing from their breast as it hangs from out the top of their tanktop, and other such anecdotes. That sort of thing is not for me. I'm sure on several occasions I've made a person or two uncomfortable with my willingness to nurse my daughter right there, right then, right in the thick of things... but I always try my best to cover up and keep things in place when in company of others. Now that my daughter is well into toddler age, I do more often excuse myself to a more secluded spot-- firstly, because she doesn't always make it easy for me to be modest about feeding, with her acrobatics and grabbiness, and secondly because I do want to be respectful of other parents who will have to deal with questions from their own kids who may have never seen an older baby nurse.
Some of my "more militant" sisters-in-boob may feel like that latter bit is a terrible concession, that children (and their mothers!) should be exposed to nursing toddlers, so they can see it as acceptable and be educated. They may feel like I'm wimping out on the crusade of normalization. Mind you, I don't always remove myself, and I never feed my daughter in a bathroom (I think that's absolutely disgusting)... but I am coming to have a little more sympathy for those mothers who wish I could be more discreet. Strangely, maybe perversely, it's because I really do wish they could be more discreet about their bottlefeeding.
I admit we have a pretty sheltered little world when it comes to clashes over parenting styles... in the circle I hang with, it'd be considered weird not to nurse, wear your baby in a sling, have a family bed. I've been extremely lucky/blessed to find great friends who are wonderfully committed to attachment practices, and natural family living. We don't really associate much with folks who find our mothering/fathering philosophy to be bizarre or objectionable. Even family who may have been shocked at first by our choices have gotten used to the way we do things.
Lately, however, I've found that due to some changes, our little crunchy fam has found itself in the midst of a larger group of families, many of which have very "conventional" ideas about bringing up kids. Recently, there have been several times that Stella has noticed strange new things... most notably a baby being fed out of a plastic bottle, or little girls "feeding" their babydolls with little play bottles.
Whoa! It hadn't even occurred to me until now what to say about this, or how to explain. I mutter things incoherently; I tell her "that's the baby's cup". I'm always a little flummoxed. I'm one of those mothers that screens books, toys, clothes, and has never let in an image of a bottle or pacifier... seriously. Like I said, I'm not going to berate anybody for their choices, but I admit that these things make me very uncomfortable, and I don't want my daughter accepting them as normal. The first time I saw my daughter pick up a toy bottle and plug it into the little gaping mouth of a doll, I nearly soiled myself.
Weird situation, huh? Suddenly, I better understand the moms who don't particularly want to stutter through an explanation about why some babies suckle at the breast when that is a strange new thing for the inquiring kid.
And one can't really go about asking bottlefeeding mothers to excuse themselves to the other room, either, when one heartily defends the rights of mothers to breastfeed anywhere...
It's ironic, and yet my discomfort persists...
All I can do, I suppose, is roll with it-- and explain as I can, as she understands, what it is we value in our family, why we think it's vital, and why some folks may do things differently...
It's just such a profound sorrow to me that given how I feel about breastfeeding, and how dedicated I've been to it, I've seen my daughter pretend bottlefeed when I've yet to see her pretend-nurse...
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from Anna
I had been thinking about how awesome those old Tupperware popsicle molds our mothers used to have were... and then on a recent trip to Target, I spotted some molds! A friend brought it up again yesterday, and I was able to send her off to Target to snatch some up. We started talking about all the possibilities for varieties of ice-pop excitement, and I found this post of cool (!) ideas at treehuggingfamily.com. I hadn't even considered the notion of herbal pops, and I'm intrigued by that! We've come a long way from my mom's grape kool-aid (and gotten much healthier!). On a related note, I should add that we've been just crazy about plain ol' frozen bananas lately, too-- especially the "baby bananas". Just toss 'em in the freezer, and peel one anytime-- sometimes the Wee Girl likes slices, sometimes she wants one whole...( do NOT cut until you ask!)
We also got to squawkin' about pancakes. My friend is a big fan (as is her wee boy) and I was lamenting how I always forget about how great pancakes are-- I barely ever make them. She started telling me all about the wonderous combinations of ingredients and toppings she uses, and I recalled this awesome dish I used to make for supper-- buckwheat pancakes with sour cream and satueed wild mushrooms. She got excited about going savory with pancakes instead of sweet... and I dug up some more ideas for that, too, at savory-bites.com. It's a good basic recipe, and their variations seem like a great way to slide in extra veggies, also, if you've got a picky eater.
Pancakes and popsicles! How fun and kid-friendly! Eat it up!
Posted at 08:41 AM in Food & Nutrition, Manna From Anna, Raising Healthy Babes | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)




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