Today was an outside kind of a day. Woody pulled branches off of a mimosa tree growing in between the fences and, holding the tip of one stalk, zipped his fingers downward to snap off all the leaves in one satisfying stroke. Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop. He did this maybe twenty times. I remember doing the same thing with crab grass seed stalks when I was nine and we had to sit in the field and wait for our turns during P.E. class. What a gift that was, the waiting. Time to sit still and be in my own mind in the sunshine in a field with the rye grass.
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.