As Brandy wrote in her post for the Book Club, we don’t have to reproduce schools when we homeschool, but it’s sometimes harder. Not the books and lessons, but our mindset that, if you went to school, or maybe even if not, tends to gravitate toward our current believes and practices, as much as views of children, childhood, and how we raise and educate them.
This is what Brandy asked herself that I’m answering too:
- Is the order in my home beautiful? Like her, I’m in submission to my husband and both are to God. I know my girls see that too, but I also have much improvement until I can reach the point the girls obey with a few words only.
- Is my home beautiful? I think it is. Funny, because I don’t spend much money, but I get things from friends, from good will, and my own photography, paintings, etc, make my home humbly beautiful. It’s not catalog perfect beautiful, but that’s artificial to me. We paint and decorate ourselves, we love color, and I have an eye to put things together. My husband is wonderful at keeping also a beautiful backyard that gives us some fruit and veggies too.
- Am I in contact with real things? Sigh, I also tend to bury my nose in books, but I do make an effort to compensate the lack of poetic inclination to be in touch with real things. I was about to complain and say that suburban life… but it could be worse, we could live in a small flat… although in Madrid you can walk much more and easily. I truly detest living in a world of AC and car for everything, but then I am blessed, and we have our friends, backyards, park, urban flora and fauna, and Heather’s fresh bread, our cooking with some fruits of our garden, walks early in the morning and in the evening… I try. There will always be room to improve, but we are on the right path.
- I need to think of educating as helping my children fall in love. Yes. I also think taking a break and going with the tide, as my friend Heather told me last Tuesday, helps. But the key is to help them fall in love with that they are doing so that the sparkle ignites and they get in touch with ideas, and experience poetic knowledge by themselves.
Thanks Brandy for your post. I see now too the difference between having children run wild and an order in a poetic setting and with poetically oriented people in a family or school as the ones we read about in the chapter. I wonder if I’m trying an impossible thing, or if we can hold on to the small aspects of our modern, ugly, technological and materialistic life, and from there raise and educate poetically, with love, care, and with order and obedience and all joyously. There is no other choice to me but to believe it can be done and to set myself to do it. I’m going to cook some of our zucchini, and ask the girls to set the table. They always pick our good plates, those I’ve never used because they are only a set of four, white with a golden trim, and they usually pick candles and our golden cutlery too!