My son Woody turned six in November of 2011. That would have been the kindergarten year for most kids, 180 days that mark the beginning of the school career. But Woody did his learning in the big, wide, beautiful world, without school being a part of it.
I'm Teresa Honey, and I kept this blog to document this time in my son's life, to share pictures and stories with far-away friends and relatives, and to add ours to the many stories of families living rich, engaging, loving lives with learning happening all the time and in many forms, totally inseparable from every other part of being human.
Here you'll find 180 or so learning moments recorded from August, 2011 to April, 2012 in the life of a 5-turned-6-year-old radically unschooled kid.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
We went to the botanical garden today. It was our first time there. We went early, before the day's 94 potential degrees were realized, and stayed a little less than two hours. We did a lot of running around and playing pretend. Passageways between parts of the garden became portals from America to China and back again. A willow-branch tunnel was a zero-gravity chamber. We spied on each other, on the small flock of chickens in the chicken coop in the vegetable garden (of which the laced Wynadotte was his favorite), and naturally, on the scarecrow. It was enchanting for all of us, and we called it quits just as the youngest among us was beginning to get tired and hungry.
This sculpture is about metamorphosis, and the words are written in braille at the bottom of the wings.