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.

Monday, April 23, 2012

179

Daddy Honey went in late to work today. I've been doing more work at church lately, and also writing more, and he's just gotten elected to the board of directors at our food co-op, in addition to working more than 40 hours a week at the library, so our family time has felt stretched lately.

But this morning, there was ease.

Daddy Honey woke up first and made eggs and hash browns for everyone. The boys played around the house. Daddy Honey and I sat at the table and talked. We all got ready for our day slowly, sprinkling in plenty of hugs and conversations and playing and watching cartoons amid brushing teeth and getting dressed and packing bags.

Just before noon, Daddy Honey left and the boys and I headed south to the Ozark Folkways Heritage Center.The Center demonstrates and hosts classes in all kinds of folk and fine arts and crafts, in addition to selling and displaying examples of these arts and crafts, and we'd been meaning to check them out for a while. But we went expressly today to pick up some art supplies that they were  graciously giving away for free to anyone who wanted to do some art. (Awesome, right? They consider it part of their mission to inspire creativity in the Northwest Arkansas region!)

Watercolor and sketch pads, packs of construction paper, card stock, and mat board!

We made a new friend--Rebecca, the director of the Center, who won Woody's heart instantly for her very cool cammo pants--and had plenty of interesting and funky pieces of art to look at.





Afterwards, we stopped by Candice's house just down the road for some taco lunch and play time. The day was gorgeous. Kids played outside on the tire swing and trampoline and in the garden and inside on the computer and with dinosaurs as Candice and her husband Cheyne and I talked and talked about unschooling.







This was such good stuff. It's good to hear about other families' epiphanies and joys and struggles. It's good to see how other parents interact with their free-learning kids, how their kids interact with each other, and how their kids interact with other kids and adults. It's good to talk to people who recognize how big a deal it is that your children trust you, trust themselves, and are willing to approach the world from a place of trust and security. And it's good to be in the company of comrades with whom you feel safe, loved and known enough to laugh at yourself and your mistakes.

I would still have happily done unschooling if I'd had only my computer and books to read, and maybe the occasional conference to attend, but it brings so much good into my life to have real-life friends who are out here soaking up the sunshine and feeling the breeze with me.