What a good day. It was one of those meandering, never know where they're going to end up unschooling days that I felt privileged to witness, handing them food, drink and other supplies when asked, but mostly trying to stay out of their way. Maybe I'll get to adding in more details tomorrow. If not, this was a favorite bit - the two of them whittling together on the back deck, plotting a new game (which they then perfected for hours).
Monday, July 27, 2009
Whittling Brothers
What a good day. It was one of those meandering, never know where they're going to end up unschooling days that I felt privileged to witness, handing them food, drink and other supplies when asked, but mostly trying to stay out of their way. Maybe I'll get to adding in more details tomorrow. If not, this was a favorite bit - the two of them whittling together on the back deck, plotting a new game (which they then perfected for hours).
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*The* life, my friend. You are living *the* life!
xo
Posts like these, by experienced unschoolers, make me breathe a big, contented sigh.
It's also nice to know that, while I'll likely miss the young stage horribly, I will one day be able to just watch my kids entertain each other.
It's a pretty great life. I know it. :)
Sarah, I loved the young stage too but don't miss it like I thought I would. I can't imagine having all that energy now!
I only hope to raise as thoughtful and creative a child.
Wow. Your boys have gotten so big! I mean, small men! Wow!
Hope you are well!
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