Well, aside from walking and talking (especially that word “Why” ).
I love teaching the kids, I really do. But at times it comes it comes at a cost.
and the ability to watch the news without the channel being changed just as it gets to the weather (or the traffic) and
having to create yourself a facebook page even though you did not want one just so you can keep an eye on your young teenager then ending up addicted to it ( more precisely Farmville)
the air splitting sound of your sweetheart repeating the same word the pain of a stubbed toe pushed out of your mouth.
This past semester I had to teach my 7 year old girl the UN Charter of Child Rights.
This is her. She is making a garland of little children. Each of them representing a Right of a Child.
Food, family, name, shelter, protection to name a few.
The few I never hear about.
The one I always hear is the Child’s Right to….
Home learning is really fun but at times gets a little difficult.
This week I used the big threat.
No, the big threat.
It’s actually bigger than that, I used
One home learning mommy point of view…
Okay, so I do have a few things to say about this video. The one in the post below. In fact I have a few thoughts on each point he makes. As well as some other information I think would have made the video way too long to hold our attention.
So in the picture above he is talking about how the public school began. He tells of how the great minds thought it was not possible to educate children from working class ect ect. All very interesting but what he did not tell is the reason why we have summer vacation.Which goes a long with the great minds of the earlier centuries thoughts that children from lower classes can not be educated.
In an article A Brief History of: Summer Vacation in TIME, Alex Altman explains what the thinking was when they were reforming the education system. The great minds actually thought that when children go to school all year round the poor little minds will go insane.
Report Card Demon
Meet my report card demon.
His name is ‘donotwanttothinkaboutit’. It means ‘bad thing’ in some obscure hidden mountain dialect that was passed down to me by my mother.
On Thursday, December 16TH I, a home learning mom, woke up with the piercing knowledge of what that day is. I pulled and dragged myself out of the safety of my blankets and tiptoed out of my room. Out. A very unfriendly word to me that day because I knew that there will me another ‘out’. An ‘out’ that will actually be ‘out’ in the elements. In the world. To be seen. To hear. To see. To hear. And most frightfully….to read.