Sunday, March 21, 2021

Don't teach your daughter that abuse is a sign of love...


"Never tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her, it's because he has a crush on her. Don't teach her that abuse is a sign of love."

This actually happened to my daughter when she was in public elementary... My daughter was pushed down by a boy at recess - she had elbow and knee scrapes to the point that she was bandaged up.

I never received a call or anything.

At pick up, I saw this and immediately asked, "what the heck happened!" Because, I was that shocked... She told me, a boy pushed her down at recess and when she told the teacher, the boy didn't get yelled at. Instead, the teacher told her that he probably likes her, because "boys do things like that, when they like girls." And, that was the end of the conversation... My daughter said, the teacher made her feel like she did something wrong.

I quickly turned the car around and drove right to the office to seek out this teacher... I came in hot and vented to the office staff, who were very taken back by the teacher's actions... I reiterated how it's not the teacher's place to offer advice on a topic that doesn't involve her. That, the teacher's sole job was to make sure my daughter was ok. Not to make her feel like she did something wrong and just point her to the direction of the nurse's office... And, I did state that it's perfectly ok if she wants to raise her children to believe this old world notion, but I refuse to teach either of my children this logic - especially, my daughter...

Ironically, it just so happened that the teacher in question was standing in the back of the office and heard the whole thing. She looked as if she wanted to crawl into a hole to hide. She slowly sauntered over and started to apologize. But, I didn't want to hear her apology - I just wanted her to understand her place as a teacher - and, it's not to share her moral objectives to her students.

These things will continue to happen to our children, until adults take a stand and stop it. These old world ideals will eventually change, only when adults start respecting children and treating them like they're humans - not second rate citizens.

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Saturday, March 13, 2021

The one year anniversary of the Pandemic... A mother's story.

Disclaimer: This article is about my experiences and they may be very different than yours... I live in a small town, in a rural area, so we never had the numbers that other areas had. I'm grateful for all the workers in the Health industry who fought tirelessly everyday, around the clock. I understand some of you had to sacrifice time with your own family, to keep them safe. And, I'm also grateful to all the essential workers who kept up our supplies and kept the world running... I'm thankful for all of you...  


A year ago today, all of our lives were forever changed... The weeks leading up to this day, I sat glued in front of the television screen, as we all collectively watched COVID spread across the world and ultimately ending in our home towns.

A year ago today, I stood outside of my son's school, awaiting pick-up, as I received a robo call that still haunts me to this day... It read: School is closed until further notice...

It felt like an opening scene in an apocalyptic movie.

Last March, we cut ourselves off from the rest of the world, until almost June. I made a decision that I felt most comfortable with - And, I did what I felt was right, with the information I had.

It was scary... And no one really knew what was going on from one day to the next. Doctors, hospitals, administrators, CDC, the WHO, no one knew how to help all these sick people... So, mama bear kicked in and I took control of an uncontrollable situation and made the decision to keep us safe the only way I knew how -- keeping us together.

Our State of Emergency officially begun that Monday, March 16, 2020. That Monday, everything non-essential was shut down... Scene two, of an apocalyptic movie... With no where to go and not wanting to leave, I quickly fell into this trap of watching the News around the clock. Those first few days, I flinched every time a notification beeped through my phone. I begun to feel so much fear from the chaos - There was just so much death being shown... The uncertainty was excruciating... Our weather was still cold and the sun stayed hidden among the clouds... It was so easy to stay in that fear - to stay in that mindset... Because, the unknown is just so frightening...

But, like a switch, I suddenly decided to shut off the TV and disconnect my notifications on my phone. I decided, if we were going to stay in this bubble, it would be memorable... In that moment, I decided we were going to live, instead of falling into this seclusion and succumb to fear.

So, we lived... Every day...

The thought occurred to me that decades from now, this pandemic will always be spoken about. It will be taught in History classes, just like the Plague and Spanish Flu. This pandemic will live on for generations... So, I wanted my children to have a happy memory. I wanted to close them off from all the darkness that was happening around them, and leave them with memories of sunshine and happiness...

A year later, so many adults and children are suffering from depression and anxieties. Kids are under tremendous pressure from schools. And, parents are left feeling that their children are behind - And children are feeling like they're failing...

This was something I didn't want to manifest with my children... But, thankfully were already homeschooled. So, the transition was flawless and we even incorporated lessons into our outdoor days. However, school work wasn't the focus... I wanted to make sure their mental health was the priority.

As this anniversary approached, my daughter spoke so much of all the events leading up to this time. She had just landed a leading role in her community theatre, she was flourishing in homeschool, and she just entered this cool rhythm where she was attending her in-person specials at her old school with her friends... 

When she speaks of the lockdown, she remembers it as such a joyous time. She talks about our long walks and our outdoor adventures. She reminisces of staying up late and video chatting with friends. She remembers only the good of that time... 

And, the time flew!

My children remember walking through the woods in our PJs and having lunch on a log, while laughing because a piece of cheese fell onto the leaves below. They remember our patio fires at 2:00 pm on a Tuesday and eating dinner on a blanket. They remember our walks and hanging out for hours in a cemetery, just to make sure we steered clear of other people who were out and about. 











I think they remember most of all, a time where anything was fair game and expectations were limited... We literally had no where to go and nothing to do.

But, what brings me joy is, my children never talk about the pandemic as being more than just an concept. They never had any fear or stress. I did, everyday. But, that wasn't their weight to carry... And, hearing them speak about how much they enjoyed that time being together was honestly one of my proudest parenting moments. Because, in the end, they only saw the good. They never felt what I was feeling on the inside.

We as parents, have this innate instinct to protect our children. I'm just so grateful I had the opportunity to do it.

Not one of us knew how to navigate parenting during a pandemic... How would we? It wasn't like there was a, "What To Expect, While There Is A Natural Disaster," book out there... We all did what we could, to keep our families safe. Some of us had an easier time in seclusion. While others did not. We were lucky to discover that we do wonderfully together... And, I'm grateful we had the means to do it.

A year later, I count my blessings that we are not only physically healthy, but mentally healthy as well. I'm grateful that I am a stay at home mom where my children are my only responsibility... And, my heart breaks for those who had to juggle it all, while still trying to stay safe.

Years from now, we all get to tell our story... Each one of us have an individual story that is tailored to our own personal experience during that time... And, when my children tell theirs, it won't be about a pandemic where hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives or their livelihoods. Instead, thankfully, they can tell a calming story about love and peace... A time when life slowed down and we literally stopped to smell the roses. How a normal chaotic life, led to a moment in time where you could sit in a field and feel the sun against your skin. 

There is so much darkness and sadness in this world on any occasion. All I tried to do as a parent, was add some sunshine on an incredibly dark time... And, I thank my lucky stars I had the privilege to do so...

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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Our Respectful Parenting Lifestyle...


Imagine for a second that you're at a restaurant with all your friends. You are all laughing at the table and having such a great time. The waiter comes over and hands you your drink, while you're in mid conversation. Now, imagine that your friend next to you immediately cuts you off and loudly projects, "I didn't hear you say thank you to the waiter. Say thank you." 

What would you do? 
Say thank you? 
Or completely shift gears and pull yourself inward and close yourself off to everyone around? 

That scenario sounds absolutely ridiculous, right? It's shaming to an extreme level, right? Well, it's exactly what we do to our children - all the time. 

Our children receive such mixed messages from adults... Children are expected to act like adults; not have big feelings in public, sit still when told, cooperate in all situations, etc. 

...But, they're not treated like adults. 

...They're never given that same respect.

Respectful parenting isn't about letting your children get away with everything and having no rules... It's about respecting your children enough for them to live their own life - It's allowing them to set their own boundaries and know their limits. It's allowing them the freedom to use their voice, without punishment. It's about them being who they were meant to be, not who you want them to be.

I know, I know... I hear it all the time... "I tried to use peaceful parenting, but it just didn't work for me." That's because, respectful parenting is a lifestyle, not a strategy... It's not something you can pick up on whim and expect it to work when you want it to work... It's a life form of its own... 

It's about constant conversations and mutual respect between the parent and child - and it definitely involves no punishment. Because, we as parents are supposed to be guiding our developing children, not punishing them because, their decisions weren't perfectly executed. It's a lifestyle that is started at birth and carried throughout their lives... It's allowing them to make their own mistakes and understand that their incorrect actions weren't a direct dig at you. But instead, it's about them trying to figure out the world around them... I think if most people understood that sentence, they would parent differently. 

Respectful parenting is about understanding your child, on their level... The same way you would for your best friend...

I get looked at weirdly when I tell people that my children never went through terrible twos, bad toddler years, or bratty times... I get called some fancy name and then, it's automatically assumed that I'm trying to mom shame others because, we didn't have the same experiences... The only difference to each scenario is, I have never once attempted to dominate or control my children, so they never felt the need to rebel.

While other 10 year old girls are trying to get as far away from their parents as possible. I have the one who would rather be with me, than friends... And, it's not that I'm trying to be that parent who is "besties" with her daughter - it's not like that at all. We're 100% parent and child. But, my daughter doesn't feel that intimidating authoritarianism from me... And, that's the difference...

The difference is, she is comfortable to sit down and talk to me. She doesn't hesitate to come to me when things are weird or she needs help navigating things... 

It's like that famous saying, "if you don't listen to the small stuff, they won't come to you for the big stuff." And, that has been a big mantra in my parenting.

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Friday, February 12, 2021

This is a story about my miscarriage that occurred on my 30th birthday...

**Disclaimer: Trigger warning... This post is about pregnancy and loss - contains some graphic details... This is MY story and my feelings. Your experiences and feelings may be different.**


9 years ago today, I was newly pregnant with baby #2. This pregnancy took a lot longer to conceive, than it did with my daughter. So, when I first found out I was pregnant, I held tightly onto that information. I wanted to keep it between my close friends and immediate family... I felt like if I advertised it to the world, it wouldn't feel as special as it did during that moment...   

On my 30th birthday, I walked into my 14 week scan to get a routine check up because, I had a subchorionic bleed - I had this same condition with my daughter, so I wasn't that concerned. Everything turned out fine the first time around, so I figured the same would transpire with this one as well. It's funny how your brain convinces you of certain things... At that point, I was used to all the scans and appointments. In fact, they always eased my whirling mind during those early weeks. 

I was still reeling from the excitement and love from my surprise party that occurred just two days prior. Ironically, this was the only prenatal appointment that I have gone to solo. But, I reassured my husband that it was routine and by this time, the clot should have corrected itself and after this appointment, we'd be back to normal - It was such a hassle having him leave work for these weekly appointments.

I sat in the little room alone, replaying my milestone birthday party over and over again. I remember tapping the metal torcher table and counting the ceiling tiles (I didn't own a smart phone at this time, otherwise, I would have been on it). I was remembering how my daughter just turned 18 months and she stole the show at the party. I smiled at the joy of having all my friends and family in one location and laughing at the inside jokes that were made - And remembering, how lucky I felt...

The doctor came in the room, with his trusty nurse beside him. He sat down beside me and reviewed everything with me. We discussed how I felt and how everything was progressing so far. My stomach was already showing a little - the joys of a second pregnancy. I continued to tell him all about my weird craving combo of pepperoncinis and sour worms - we laughed. And, how nauseated I was, but grateful I wasn't violently ill, like I was with my daughter. He told me everything looked great, but he wanted to run another scan to check how the clot was progressing... He hoped it was gone so we could go back to normal visits and I could finally declare my public pregnancy announcement - exactly what I was thinking, too.

I walked down the hall with the nurse, into the little sonogram room. Before walking out the door, the nurse turned back and said, "pepperoncinis and sour worms, really?" I laughed and told her how I loved dipping the sour worms in the juice... Pregnancy does some weird things to your taste buds. The sonographer giggled... The sonographer and I have become casual friends for how often I was there with my daughter and now this little one. 

As soon as the procedure began, I noticed something was off. I cracked a few jokes, but her face remained still... I immediately felt the air thicken around me and the room close in. My cheeks were flush as I noticed the change in her face and her eyes squint. She nonchalantly moved the monitor away from me and that's when I choked up the words, "there's no heart beat, right?" as the tears begun to fill my eyes... I just knew it. She had it written all over her face... She slowly placed the wand on the cold metal table beside me and said, "the doctor would be in to see me." And, she mouthed the words, "I'm sorry" as she walked out, closing the door behind her. 

And there I sat, alone again...

My head fell into my hands as I sobbed... I sobbed for someone I didn't even know. Someone who I already had hopes and dreams for. Someone I already adored.

I called my husband at work, barely able to speak the words. But somehow, he knew and was already at my car waiting for me, before I left the appointment. 

The doctor came back in to verify my observations. He told me I had what was called a missed miscarriage. Something I have never heard of. Meaning, my body still thought I was pregnant - Everything progressed along as if I was still pregnant. However, the baby had passed.

He assured me that he wanted to wait a few days to see what my body does on its own. And then, we would have another scan just to verify that this one was correct.

Valentine's Day was in two days, so they scheduled the D&C for February 15th... I was now to go back home with my baby still inside me, while I waited to see if he or she would pass on their own. 

It's amazing how in moments of tragedy, people come to your aid... When I walked out of the appointment, I fell into my husband's arms. I felt the weight of the world. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at someone. I desperately wanted to blame someone... Then, I came home to a house filled with my parents and best friend - who had a big chocolate cake in her hand... She knew me so well. And, I will always remember that detail.

We all talked and I sobbed...

The next day was a blur... I don't remember much from that day. My parents kept my daughter at their house overnight and I believe I just slept.

The day after, Valentine's Day, I was having dinner at my parent's home. The whole day, I had minor cramping and bleeding, but nothing to make a fuss about. However, this was the first day that I felt something different.

We were just getting ready to sit down for dinner. I pulled out the dining room chair and before sitting down, I immediately felt a huge gush come out of me... I stood there and began to panic. I wasn't sure if it was blood, a baby, or something else... This time, my sobbing wasn't sadness, but urgent. It was fear.

My father and brother immediately grabbed my daughter and brought her upstairs to distract her. My mom and I went into the bathroom, where my husband had to practically carry me because I was so faint.

I don't think the miscarriage hit me the two days prior. I don't think I really understood what occurred because, it wasn't tangible. There was nothing that I could feel that said I had a miscarriage. So, I left the appointment sad because of words that were spoken, but nothing physical. Plus, I still had the baby with me. So, I guess I just held onto the tiniest bit of hope - Hope that their high powered technology was wrong. 

But, in that moment, I knew what was happening. I knew this was the end... And, I felt all the emotions flood through me at once.

My husband frantically called the doctor's office to see how to proceed. Which obviously, he told us to go to the ER. But, in that moment, we were all so emotional that the thought hadn't even occurred to us - My husband just lost his baby, my parent's just lost their grandchild, and my brother lost his niece or nephew... It was like we were all frozen.

I sat in the backseat of my parent's car on a big black hefty bag. I never thought that much blood could come from a human and still live to talk about it. The contractions felt like early labor and the pain was increasing with every minute that ticked by. I was in this weird limbo realm of pain, sadness, and fear. My crying slowed, as I blankly stared out the window. My husband's and mother's voices were muffled as they talked around me... Everything slowed...

When the scans were complete, it was voiced to us that everything had passed - I no longer needed a D&C. So, I spent my Valentine's Day in a small ER room with my husband and mother and the most compassionate ER staff that I have ever encountered... I guess when you lose a baby, you see a different side to people. The once frazzled, tired, and overworked staff suddenly had time. They had time to rub my head as I cried and coach me down as I panicked over seeing huge clots come out of me. 

My 30th birthday and that Valentine's Day will always be the days I lost my baby. Instead of just remembering that awesome surprise party, this memory steals the show... These two significant days will always stick with me for eternity... But, what I learned from this is, family will always be there for you. Friends will drop whatever they're doing to bring you cake and others, will sit on the phone with you for hours.

As I celebrate my 39th birthday today, I'm so happy where my life is today... I am grateful for my rainbow baby, who is now 8 years old. And, that both of my children are so incredibly healthy. I am so grateful that I only lived through one of these horrific experiences, when there are so many women who have had multiple miscarriages or even full term ones... I don't know how you women find the strength - You are warriors!

I know miscarriages are a taboo subject, which is so odd because it's a death. I know there are a lot of people who know me in real life and, they don't even know that I went through this - because, it was kept quiet. And looking back, I'm not sure why... Why did I feel ashamed? Why did I feel like I couldn't talk about it to others outside of our immediate circle.

You shouldn't only be able to talk about miscarriages during the designated miscarriage awareness day. Instead, it should be part of conversations. It should be known how common these are. And, how people have different experiences. 

It's therapeutic to talk about it. It's healthy to grieve. And, at that time, I felt like I had to stuff all my emotions inside of me to move forward and get on with my life. I felt like no one would really care. And, if I spent too much time talking about it, people would be bothered by it... Which is so bizarre that this is our initial thought...

We need to normalize things women experience. We need to normalize how miscarriage is a true loss, no matter how far along the family was - and families need time to process it all, surrounded by love and support. 

My hope is, my story will encourage others to talk about their story and maybe, not feel so alone...

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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

My schooling regret...



I live with a lot of regret when it comes to my children's schooling. I live with my past decisions gripping tightly onto my back, as I try to crawl forward...

Once upon a time, my children loved the idea of school. They would play for hours, using the sweetest voices, as they "taught" their students... They would listen intently to my worldly explanations and they would thumb pages of books so much, most are worn or teared.

As they embarked on the public school journey, I've watched the light fade from them. I've watched my bubbly high energy daughter tuck her personality inside herself. I've watched her love of learning quickly fall away. And, I've watched their play school turn from sweet, to them barking out threats towards their "fake" students.

School had completely changed my children... At the end, they were just a shell of their former self - Visually the same...

Homeschooling isn't a common idea in my town. I always knew I wanted to do it, but the constant negative remarks from outside people, the lack of understanding, and just the brainwashed mentality to follow the system you were once a part of, nudged me into the opposite direction... Eventually (thankfully), circumstances forced my hand and my oldest begun homeschool.

Immediately, my gut wrenched at how quickly we fell onto the pattern - how quickly, my daughter begun to love school again... And, how quickly it felt so natural for me... It tore at my soul, that we didn't do this from the start. 

And, it only took a few short months to see my old children's personalities once again...

I sat with my daughter last night... We talked about life and her everlasting desire to return to high school. And I asked, "why would you ever want to return to school?" She has these images of TV shows that play in her mind, of what she thinks high school will look like... I get it. I grew up with Saved By the Bell and desperately wanted my days to emulate that... But, when she talked about her 5 years of in-person school (k-4), my heart broke. She talked about how the kids always mocked her. She talked about how she ate lunch quietly. She talked about how people thought she was weird and the countless times girls ganged up on her and told others not to go near here... She talked about how she loved dressing up in her JoJo Siwa attire and bows, and even though the kids made fun of her, she still wore it anyway... And, she hopes by high school, the kids would be mature enough to learn how to accept others for who they are. And, staff would allow the kids a little more freedom over their experience and not dictate every move. Because, she wants that TV image of being in the hallway talking to friends, passing notes in class, and eating lunch in the gorgeous brand new cafeteria.

In 2020, I'm still shocked at how schools are run... After being a part of my Instagram community and seeing how homeschool children are raised from day 1 (and seeing my side of public/traditional schooling), I cannot believe there isn't a common ground between the two...

I cannot believe that teachers are with children for 7 hours a day and cannot stop kids from bullying each other. I cannot believe that schools have such control over children's every move - even down to where they sit at lunch, so children like my daughter, who had 1 good friend, she couldn't even sit beside her. Instead, she had to sit at a table with random kids, who used to make fun of what she brought for lunch.

I cannot believe in 2020, parents cannot treat their children with respect, so that they don't go into school and take out their frustrations onto the weaker link.

I just cannot believe how schools aren't an institution that promotes self growth and inspiration, instead of promoting standardized tests and competition among peers. And, what seems to be their life goal, to knock the spark out of children's lives...

Due to life's circumstances, not everyone can homeschool... But, school shouldn't be so drastically different homeschool... It shouldn't produced children who can potentially commit suicide, or have such low self esteem, or think they have to do drugs or alcohol to fit in, or who fixate so desperately on grades...

They should produce kids like homeschool does - children who are accepted, encouraged, supported, respected, and caring of others. Children, who see others from the inside, not what they wear or what click they belong to... Children who are independent thinkers and question life... And, children who can use the bathroom whenever they want... 

School can be so different... But, in order for school to change, we must first change the way we view children. We must understand that children are smart and capable of decision making. And, that they deserve the same respect that teachers expect... Once we view children as people and not little objects that we control - Then, we will truly break ground on making school a better environment.

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Thursday, September 17, 2020

Here's how we homeschool...

From day one, I've always wanted to homeschool my children... Something about sending them off into an institution, where they are treated like cattle getting stamped at the entrance, never sat well with me...

When my oldest was younger, she was obsessed with the idea of school. She used to play it everyday and learning was her fun. We would sit for hours and do workbooks, instead of play... She just couldn't get enough. So, when it came time for preschool, I thought I'd just continue with our same home routine as we had being doing all along. But, she wanted to attend an actual building. Which broke my heart - however, we honored her wishes and she started her mark in the traditional education system

And, my second child just followed suit... I won't bore you with the details of what brought my daughter to finally be homeschooled - It's a long story - You could search all that in my old blog posts and watch the actual video rants leading up to her being pulled from school on my Instagram stories (they are saved in my highlights under, school rants)... Spoiler: My daughter was pulled from traditional school the beginning of her 4th grade year (last school year) due to some unrealistic, borderline corporal punishment rules that were instilled.

But, during the years they attended traditional school, I continued my distaste for the education system through my writings and Instagram rants - it was therapeutic for me and I felt like I was able to hold people accountable for the way they treated children. Deep down, I was hoping it would be an eye opener for some teachers and policy holders... Fun Fact: It wasn't.

Then, the virus hit and everyone was scattered all over the place and left to figure out their next move, which wasn't a move anyone was familiar with... During that time, it was more survival, than education.

Fast forward to this year, where (like most families) I was left trying to figure out what to do with my son... My daughter was already going to be home, that was a given. But, my son thrived in school. He loved it. He enjoyed being around all the kids and being part of the classroom... However, I just couldn't send him into this new, unrecognizable environment. I felt for us, it would just add unnecessary stress.

So, we went the same route as my daughter - our district's cyber program... And, both of my children absolutely love it and are doing so well with it... 

On Instagram, I get asked a lot about how we homeschool... Well, here's the low-down... We chose our district's cyber program because, it follows the same curriculum that their classmates are doing in school (although, not so much now, during the pandemic hybrid style). The reason for this is, my daughter talks about going to back to school eventually. She wants to attend high school and this program will allow her to slide back in flawlessly, without mismatch credits or any hiccups during the transition. On this cyber program, they could even attend every one of their specials in person. So, they get assigned a homeroom and they follow that homeroom's schedule - they could attend art, music, gym, STEM/health, and library in person, throughout the day, if they wanted. They could attend the in-person assemblys and any fun event they are having at the school... My daughter loved this because, she has been attending school in that district since preschool, so all her friends are there - technically, the cyber kids are still students in the district. So, last year, she loved the idea of only being dropped off for 40 minutes a day, to see her friends and do group activities, then being immediately picked right back up to go home.

Although, this year is completely different due to hybrid, so they can't attended any in-person specials. But, they're on the Google Classroom list and they are still able to participate with their videos and interactive events.

The reason I fell in love with this set up as a parent is, as a type A personality, I was always so nervous about traditional homeschool and where they would fall on the achievement side - like, would I keep them on track? What if I picked the wrong curriculum? What if they aren't learning enough? Essentially, things like that... Basically, I know that I need to be "deschooled." And, I know the homeschoolers who are reading this, are having an aneurysm - I'm sorry... But, I didn't want to go through that process, if my children were going to eventually end up back into the district anyways...

Our Homeschool Classroom


So, this program was the best of both worlds. It's just a preloaded online curriculum that is 100% parental involvement. There isn't a teacher - Hence, I'm the teacher. And, everything my children need to do, to stay on track, is all loaded in sequential order.

A typical day is... We wake up late, eat breakfast, then I sit down with my son and we do his work first, then I sit down with my daughter and do her work (because hers takes longer).  We start out everyday with a "read aloud book," which right now, is our Fall/Halloween stories. We cuddle on the couch and I read them them the story - It's a nice transition into school... I break up our classes into only 4 days out of the 5 days... We get 1 full weeks worth of assignments completed in 1 day - instead of breaking up every subject and doing a little each day... This way, they have 4 subjects and 4 days of online materials - which range from 1-3 hours a day. On that 5th day (which is usually a Thursday), we do child led learning. That means, they pick what they want to learn - It has nothing to do with the cyber program... We have workbooks they work on. We do chalk board writing prompts, they play Adventure Academy, Prodigy, we do science and social studies, watch documentaries - things like that... Or, that's our day to go on adventures, on trips, meet up with friends, etc...

My daughter with her online program
My son doing his offline materials
Reading additional materials on her social studies subject
Learning about maps

Our days look very similar to a traditional homeschooler. And, we are not considered cyber because, it's not set up like a cyber school - There are no teachers, no virtual lessons, no live groups, nothing... It's more or less like a homeschooler, who uses book curriculum, however, ours is online.

I hope this answers some of your questions that you all asked... And, if you're just stumbling upon this, I hope this resonates with you and helped you in some way... Just know, these are unprecedented times and what might work this year, might not work next year - Hang in there! You're doing great and you're making the best decision for your family... 

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Sunday, September 6, 2020

Technology isn't so bad... Here's why...


Being a tween in today's world is so much different, than being a tween in the late 1980s/early 1990s - back when I was a tween... You read and hear all about so many families who are anti-technology, have screen limits, or are screen free because, they're trying to mimic a lifestyle similar to their childhood - and of course, they have the right to do whatever they want with their own children - But, I think they're missing the main difference between our childhood and today's childhood...

Freedom...

When we were kids, we ate breakfast, hopped on a bike or walked to our friend's house. We then spent the entire day with them, pretty much doing nothing. Of course, some days were more productive than others, like a game of backyard baseball or teams of hide and go seek. But, 90% of the time, we sat on my porch and just talked or sat in my bedroom and listened to Alanis Morissette on the highest volume...

In today's world, kids can't just hop on a bike and go outside for hours without parental supervision. And, they can't just go to a friend's house and spend the entire day because, today's families are over scheduled - and someone has to go somewhere, at some point.

Kids can't ride their bikes throughout the town because one, it's not safe and two, someone would call the cops or file a report that kids are unsupervised.

You don't find groups of tweens and teens playing baseball in an open field or basketball courts filled - without parental supervision... Because, you can't. And, parents are too busy to sit there for hours - and besides, what early teen wants their parents lurking in the background?

So, what does that leave today's kids with? Technology.

It leaves them playing Roblox and Fortnite for hours, to emulate social interaction with friends... It leaves them talking for hours on video chat... And, their faces glued to phones, while texting...

They're trying to create a childhood of social interactions, but with the only tools they have... Sure, it looks completely different than we did it. However, this is a completely different time.

So, instead of viewing these tools as "brain eaters." Maybe we should start looking at them as their childhood of socialization. Because, not every minute of childhood, needs to be productive. And, there really isn't a difference between kids today sitting on video chat and talking about life or us sitting on a porch swing, talking about life in the early 90s...

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