Educational Anarchy: Musings of a Homeschooling Mom

New Blog

2009-09-04T19:38:00.001-07:00

Hello, all! I have decided, since I am no longer homeschooling, to start a new blog. Please visit me at http://www.free-range-parenting.blogspot.com/.

Good Times In Indiana

2009-07-18T20:13:00.000-07:00

Just a few pics of the fun we had in the heartland! It's nice to be back, but I really miss the old stomping grounds. I am dying to move to Indiana and homeschool again - it's my newest wish!

Anna, high on the climbing wall at the 4th of July celebration in Lion's Park.

Decorating our American Flag cake.

My mom, demonstrating how to properly use a Snuggie.

The boys and cousin Reagan, enjoying the fireworks spectacular!

Latest Column

2009-07-05T09:15:00.001-07:00

This is a similar, but expanded, post from my last one. More anecdotes from the wholesome midwest to come!

I recently embarked on a pilgrimage to my homeland of Indiana, not by Conestoga wagon like my ancestors (who include the great explorer Daniel Boone), but by Dodge Grand Caravan across the wilds of upstate New York and through Ohio, the most unremarkable state in the union.

Unlike days of yore when families and friends traveled in packs, I brought my children alone and somehow survived 20 hours of road travel and an overnight stay in a well-appointed Courtyard by Marriott the primitive way, without DVD player or hand-held electronic devices. But it is important to teach children of their roots, and what better way than a couple of weeks with relatives in another culture to help them learn.

“It’s so green here. And so much open space,” remarked my daughter, age 8. “It’s kind of creepy. Anything could just jump out of that cornfield at you.”

Now, I have never thought of Indiana as a creepy place. I grew up on a farm, complete with a 200-acre cornfield, where we would play Children of the Corn for hours, and hide from adult intervention. When I come back, I feel like my lungs can expand and I morph into a completely different person – the kids noticed this as well. “You’re so nice here, Mommy,” they say. “Can we have Indiana Mommy back home?”

I told them I will try, but it’s unlikely. While I love life in New England, with its sweet hamlets, rich history and the ocean, it’s a wholly different lifestyle – fast-paced and get-ahead quick – that I have to accustom myself to every time I leave and come back.

Yes, Indiana is mostly known for a car race (the Indy 500); farms; obese people in Spandex; and Michael Jackson. But the people are lovely. No one there cares if you were born there – they’re just glad you came by. The cashiers are friendly, and are genuine in their concern about your well-being. I am always surprised to find myself exchanging pleasantries with a check-out lady instead of hearing way too much information as she complains to the bag boy about her boyfriend, which seems to be the norm at the Stop and Shop.

People slow down and wave you in during rush hour on the highway. Roads are well-maintained; beautifully manicured parks and pools abound. There is sunshine galore and smiles wherever you look. It’s no wonder I always want to move back while we’re there. I am nicer, slower and more pleasant to be around in the Midwest, in part because people in Indiana do not cringe when I start to talk – there is a healthy respect for differing opinion decidedly not present in New England.

This is not to knock the life I have led in Amesbury for the last 10 years. I love the winding old roads, and the proximity to tax-free New Hampshire. The beaches are the best, and I cannot imagine going through life without a Newburyport just across a tiny bridge. But it’s hard sometimes to reconcile my upbringing as a Hoosier with the more rigid ways of the Northeast. I am glad my children get to see places where free-range behavior is encouraged and green expanses still exist. And here’s hoping, one day, I will figure out how to bring Nice Mommy back home.

Going Home and Other Musings

2009-07-01T18:51:00.000-07:00

So, I just traveled for 20 hours with three children to the wilds of Indiana, my homeland and place I both dread and love. The week I left to come home was a big one, with the loss of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett in the same day. One of my friends put it best when she said that the death of MJ was pretty much the signal of the death of the childhoods of my generation. Since my childhood is kind of what I like to recapture when I visit here, that made me a little sad.

Being me, I have been overthinking all the things that have changed about the place I grew up. My first night here, I spent a couple of hours laughing until I nearly wet my pants with my dearest friend Amy (you can look for an entire post about her here, if you wish). On my way back to get the kids from my mom's house, I passed my grandparent's old house. They lived there from the mid-1940s until their deaths, in 2001 and 2008. A strange car was parked there and it really hit hard that I would never attend one of their famous Wassail parties at Christmas, when they entertained more than 100 friends. I'd never sit by my Nana's bedside and listen to her wise words - she had polio and was bedridden her final years, but never had one negative word to say. I'd never make mischief with Pop, who made it clear I was the favorite grandchild and didn't care that the fact of it upset people. I had to pull over because the tears made it hard for me to see.

My childhood is indeed over, and my children's childhoods are going far too quickly. I look at them and wish I could start over - be kinder, let more things go. I often wonder if visiting their own ancestral home will be a happy trip. I certainly hope so!

I am going to enjoy my time here as much as I can. I tend to be a different person in Indiana. I think it's the logical way the cities are laid out, the expanse of cornfields, the friendliness of clerk and driver alike, the slower pace. My mood is different, more calm. I am a person people want to talk to, and don't cringe when I speak like some do in Massachusetts. I tend not to dwell on the horrors of my real life, and I make my plan to escape back here someday.

Sorry for the maudlin tone. I hope to regale my very few readers with some funny stories. There is a person I would love to see, but want him to mostly remember me as a cute 22-year-old and not the fat girl I have become. I don't know if he will read this, but he knows who he is, and I hope he will intitiate a meeting because I am too scared. I guess you can't really ever go back!

Anyway, off to bed after a long night swimming and enjoying time here in the Hoosier state.

My Recent Affliction

2009-06-17T19:25:00.000-07:00

This is my most recent Free-Range Parenting column. Enjoy!

It seems that my household, for now at least, has escaped the scourge of the swine flu. Recently, however, I have realized that I may suffer from something even more sinister and hard to shake – the Whine Flu. It’s contagious as well, and I fear my children are catching it from me, given the state of their discontent lately.

I have never been a glass-half-full, rose-colored glasses kind of girl, and have always chalked it up to being a divergent thinker. But a remark from my daughter’s dance teacher made me sit up and do a little self-reflection. During a grueling 2-hour marathon of dance photos recently, I told the teacher we’d all be happier if the pictures were cancelled, because it takes up a whole Saturday when we could certainly be doing something more interesting. The teacher looked me in the eye and asked if I ever stop complaining.

I had a mental flashback to all the conversations I’ve had with her recently, and had to concede she was right! The shame. I have complained about dress rehearsals, the schedule and the cost of summer classes.

So I, being a former science fair champion, embarked on a scientific study of my behavior. Over the course of 2 days, I deliberately made notes of every time I whined about something. It was quite shocking! Some of the things included being cut off in traffic by an octogenarian who proceeded to go 15 miles an hour down Water Street, even though no one was behind me and if they had just waited 5 seconds for me to pass I could have gotten to Starbucks more quickly and avoided the long line there; the weather; a splinter in my foot that is stuck under the skin and still making me perverse when I walk; mowing the lawn; my dirty, near-biohazardlike home; the terror-ific way my twins sometimes behave; and the short lunch period at my daughter’s school.

Not one of these things is particularly noteworthy, and most are the product of my own poor choices. Why do I think anyone wants to hear me discuss these things in minutae? I bet my poor, patient friends are rolling their eyes on the inside.

The next 2 days, I decided to be a veritable ray of sunshine sort of girl. You know the type, who take things in stride and seem to always be skipping, with a halo around their shiny-haired heads. I made eye contact with strangers and smiled; thanked a service worker for wiping my table in the mall food court; did not honk at idiot drivers who cut me off; refused to complain about the things niggling my mind; and cleaned up my house my very own self. I played with my children and took them places, causing my daughter to ask what was wrong with me and why was I being so smiley and fun. Hmmmm.

I am pleased to report that I felt a little better on the sunny side of the street. However, the Herculean effort it took to bite my tongue and lay off the car horn nearly wiped me out and caused me to have to lie down with a cool cloth across my forehead. It takes a lot of concentration to find things to talk about that do not involve complaining, at least for a curmudgeon like myself.

Psychologists say it takes 21 days to change a habit. Nineteen more to go, I suppose. Most likely, the Whine Flu will always be in my system. Now that I am aware of it, though, I am making what I hope is a valiant effort to at least push it into remission. And since kids learn by example, perhaps my darlings will never acquire a full-blown case.

In the meantime, my goal is to get through each day doing a little less whining and being a little more grateful for what I do have, which is everything I need plus a little bit more.

Impending Visit of Doom

2009-06-17T19:17:00.001-07:00

Yes, my mother-in-law is descending upon us this weekend, not unlike a hurricane on the Gulf coast. I have been scurrying about in a vain attempt to make my house a showplace to appease her OCD, lest I have to listen to her muttering under her breath about how lazy I am for 4 straight days.

She once told me that when her children were small, she was given the option of hiring a housekeeper or a nanny. She chose the housekeeper, because she didn't trust anyone to clean her house properly. So much became crystal clear when I learned of that choice.

During our last visit, we were discussing homeschooling and she said she finally understood my positions on working outside the home and school. Direct quote: "I think you feel about your kids like how I feel about my house. You don't trust nobody to do it right." (She speaks with a heavy Vietnamese accent, she is not a hillbilly). I guess she is correct. Her kids are a mess, but her house is clean. I suppose I am the opposite.

We have a busy weekend ahead, with Anna's end of the year dance recital and school closing for the year. I am hoping her visit will be but a blur in my memory.

Crazy Headlines

2009-06-13T18:05:00.000-07:00

One of my vices is compulsively reading pop culture tabloids in the grocery store checkout line and on the internet. Some things that have happened to celebrities by their own doing have caused me no end of entertainment and caused many questions, some inappropriate, to pop into my head.

The first is the untimely death of the star of Kung Fu David Carradine. Is it sad, pathetic or just downright hilarious that one of the first thoughts upon finding out the exact cause of death is that it would not be surprising if a certain member of my household met a similar fate? And how awful it must have been for Carradine's family...and at 72 years old. Oy vey.

And Chastity Bono is becoming a man. Named Chaz. Why anyone would do this is beyond my comprehension. Being a girl is so much fun! We can change our hair at whim, we are not hairy, we can wear skirts or pants and still be socially acceptable, we can giggle, read chick books, have babies and are generally enjoyable to be around.

Now, Chastity/Chaz is a lesbian. My question is this: once she is a man, will she just be a boring straight guy?

Then, there is the whole Jon and Kate thing. Jon is a weenie and Kate is a shrew. It's those kids I worry the most about. The most disturbing thing by far, though, is Kate's hair. Who in the name of all that is holy would deliberately cut someone's hair like that? It's like a reverse mullett, porcupine-butt, Flock of Seagulls look gone all wrong. If only her hair was cute, she'd be able to be happy. And then maybe she'd like her kids, even the icky boys.

Things I don't care about include who Kate Hudson is dating, who is pregnant and the goings on of holier-than-thou Brangelina with their spawn.

Why I am I celebrity obsessed? Aren't we all? I think it's because I can envision myself as a celebrity for the few moments I read the mags. Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the door glass as I depart, and reality sets back in. It also makes my own life seem so normal. In the last week, my children have:

1. Adopted a clan of slugs after a rainstorm. They are living in a bowl of mud on the porch.
2. Learned to make their own quesedillas.
3. Built an obstacle course for Lizzie the Lizard.
4. Drew more than 100 pictures of superheroes with which to decorate an entire bedroom.
5. Built an entire army barracks out of sticks at Sawyer Park with friends.

So normal. And so fine. I cannot wait for summer to commence!

This is My 100th Post

2009-05-30T06:11:00.000-07:00

Wow! I have slowed down on writing some, as the weather has been nicer and we've been outdoors more - not so much material from the kids lately. Normal play at the beach or playgrounds is not so interesting to read about.

I have in my travels lately, however, run into some really crazy mommies. I just attract them somehow.

For instance, while minding my own business at a pot luck recently, a mom I've never met before came over to chat. Straight out of the barn, she mentioned her career, how she would never, ever be a stay-at-home mom and asking my opinion about if she should have another - she's worried because her first is so easy and maybe the second one won't be. Because, of course, a maternity leave longer than 6 weeks would be sheer hell. Oh, and after finding out that I have 3 children and don't work full-time, she asked what I might have to talk about that is remotely interesting.

Being a mostly SAHM myself and craving more children than I already have, I was a little taken aback. I don't even know this woman's name and she has already bashed my choice to be home and acts like children are on this earth to bend to our whims (which they certainly do not). Being me, I went into joke mode and said that you never can predict what your little ones will be like. I also pointed out that, like me, she could end up with twins the second time around.

She then (remember, I still don't know her name) contorted her face and said twins would never be an option for her and that she would terminate the pregnancy if there were twins. Because twins might cause her to have to work less.

So, how does one respond? Especially since I know that twins, while difficult, have brought me so much joy and laughter. Especially since I am pro-life. I wanted to ask her why she would kill her babies and why she had any to begin with, but didn't want to cause a scene (this is a new goal after I accused someone of snubbing me in public in a FB status update and got caught), so I mumbled that twins aren't so bad.

This lady told me that yes, they are, and people should only have 2 children anyway to keep 0 population growth. I sighed and ambled away and immediately latched onto a rational friend to relay the story to see if the "f" word playing around in my head was unfounded.

I still don't know what I should have said. I am sad for this woman and her daughter and wonder what she will feel in a few years when the early years are gone and she has spent them in an office instead of savoring every minute possible of the time when kids actually want to be with you. Please don't think I am being a sanctimommy here, but I really don't get it. I am not a perfect mom, but I believe my children take comfort in knowing that I am here even when I am not directly interacting with them.

Anyway, the sun is finally shining again and we're off to a frog pond. Here's hoping the nice, normal moms are out in force today!

Vices

2009-05-24T15:35:00.000-07:00

Vices. All moms have them. For my grandmother, who reared her children in the 1950s, it was cocktails and "pep pills." For my mother, whose children were young in the 1970s, it was Marlboro Reds and Oreo cookies scarfed down with her head hiding between open kitchen cabinets while she pretended to put away dishes. For Gen X moms, it's arguably Facebook (and possibly the Twilight book series).

Like an obsessive stalker boyfriend who starts out friendly enough and later becomes impossible to avoid, and at the same time is attractive and addictive, Facebook draws you in. "What are you doing right now?" it asks. "What are your favorite books?" "What five people deserve a punch in the face?" I want to answer all the questions and placate the Facebook demon but know that there are better ways to spend my time.

For me, the low point came a couple of weeks ago when my children were bouncing around my feet like little jumping beans, clutching their empty bellies and begging for dinner — and I put off cooking for them to complete a quiz called, "Will You Survive the Zombie Apocalypse." In case you are wondering, I will be one of the first to die, but not before realizing the horror of the situation.

I have spent some time while driving recently contemplating the appeal of Facebook. It started as a social networking program for teens and college students, but now hordes of older people (like myself) have joined in.

Because of our fast-paced, child-centered parenting these days, it's hard to find time to be with friends without the kids. I think we love Facebook because it's possible to check in a few times a day and see what everyone is up to without having to rearrange schedules for face-to-face meetings. It also breaks up the monotony of housework and child rearing for a snippet of adult time. And those quizzes and games are just too much fun. Who cares that my mouse hand is starting to resemble a shriveled claw from all that clicking?

What is a parent to do? I am forever lecturing my children of the importance of self-control and limiting screen time. I fear that I often limit their screen time so I can have more of it myself. Is the lesson they're receiving a positive one? That it's acceptable to eschew human contact for superficial status updates? Do as I say, not as I do?

I have been considering detoxing from Facebook, or just becoming a lurker for a while. I ask myself if I really believe anyone cares what songs make me cry, or what I am thinking. Probably not. But it's cathartic in a way to put it all out there, just in case. To have contact with people who are taller than 4 feet and can use multisyllabic words. Who will comment back to me that they understand my plight, that some people have children who do weirder things than mine do.
Yes, Facebook is my vice and dirty little secret (not so secret anymore). At least I haven't signed up for Twitter ....

Things

2009-05-16T11:00:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, someone asked me how things are at home, someone who knows a few details from the tip of the iceberg about the state of my marriage. I am never sure if people really want to know, or if they are just being polite. I just said that things were "per usual" and carried on to be polite and not make anyone uncomfortable. No one likes a whiny girl.

What I really wanted to say is that I am often stricken by bouts of lonliness and feel an undercurrent of sadness much of the time. That I often want a hug or an alcoholic beverage (or both simultaneously) but neither is forthcoming. How did this happen, I ask myself. I am a reasonably attractive girl, or so I am told; carrying a few extra pounds but still able to move comfortably. My age is often guessed 8-10 years younger (I am 38, but was just last week accused of being "about 27" by someone who had no reason to suck up or to make me feel better). I can be fun and witty, when the stars align correctly. Why am I looked through at home, like I am just a wisp of air, inconsequential on its way to somewhere else?

So I guess things are for me how they are for many: a little confusing and somewhat terrifying.

The bright spot(s) are my wonderful children, who don't really mind the few extra pounds and beg me to read to them. I haven't written about them for awhile, so here is an update:

Anna is doing great in school, though she says she misses me all day and wishes I were there. I want to videotape her saying that to play back when she is 16 and doesn't even want me in the same county.

Poor Jake has been battling a strange virus that has landed him on the couch for a few days, with high fever. I have been holding vigil at night with him in my bed, my hand in his hot little one as he sleeps. I figure I can sleep later.

Ryan is turning out to be my comedian. He has made up his own language using clicking sounds from his fingernails and weird noises. Occasionally he will translate for us, and always makes me laugh.

So, in all, I would say things are maudlin. Some happiness shining through the heavy thoughts. Can that be said in polite company? Maybe next time I'll try.

Changes, Not Necessarily for the Better

2009-05-06T09:12:00.000-07:00

As an insomniac, I have loads of time to contemplate my past and every once in awhile I will realize something that may or may not be profound, but seems so when I am barely lucid. Last night, I was thinking of all the ways I changed to make my now husband happy 15 years ago, but that have ultimately caused the total loss of the person I was then. It took my mother of all people to point out that my personality all but died when I got married. It's sad, but if I make this list maybe it will help me come back! I think I'd come out of my funk if I stopped trying to make him happy, which clearly isn't going to work, and went for making myself happy again. To that end, I am pursuing a real job with a salary so I can take back control of the things I love. I think in the end I will be a better person/mother. Anyone know of a part-time Reading Specialist job anywhere????

Things I changed:
1. My clothes. I used to be a hipster in vintage clothes, with dresses/combat boots. He hated the way I looked and convinced me to start shopping at The Limited. Now I just look plain boring.

2. My music. I used to derive great joy from singing and playing the piano. We had to leave the piano behind in Indiana because he wouldn't pay shipping costs and he views singing as a waste of my time, and won't agree to watch the kids if I join the choral society.

3. Going to live theater. Love it, all of it! Getting dressed up, the play, everything. Of course, to him, plays are boring and not a good way to spend money, so no go.

4. Spending time riding my bike or hiking with friends.

5. Talking for hours with friends and ending up rolling on the floor laughing about the ridiculous. This naturally takes a break when one has little kids, but I hope to do this again soon.

6. Kissing.

That's about all I can tackle now. If there are any volunteers to help in my journey (or go with me to the theater), let me know.

Newest Family Member

2009-05-03T09:27:00.001-07:00

Darling Anna turned 8 this weekend, and her heart's desire was Lizzie the leopard gecko, pictured above crawling up Anna's arm (it's Ryan's hand reaching out to hold Lizzie next). So far, she is an easy pet. She is quiet and doesn't make a mess of the toys, so I love her already. Since her diet is mainly live crickets, I also now have a box of them in the house, hopping around pointlessly waiting to be eaten by Lizzie.

In truth, I was relieved she chose such a cool pet for her birthday gift after she had come home from school just days before asking to see the Hannah Montana movie. My worst public school fear realized! The lizard request cancelled out the Hannah Montana request...not that I am sheltering Anna. I just find the whole Hannah Montana thing annoying!

It's hard to believe that 8 years have already gone by since the day I was writhing in pain and wanting to die while giving birth to the kid. She's grown into such a great little person, just a little too fast for my liking.

My Logo

2009-05-01T19:24:00.001-07:00

I've had several queries lately about the header on the blog, the cool Educate with the anarchy symbol. I am sad to report that I didn't think of it, and want to give props to the person who did - his name is Matt Vincent, and he's clearly a genius. I know Matt from my work with the newspaper; he's a Selectman and also a patent attorney with a flair for graphics (and an unparalleled sense of humor). Just wanted to give credit where credit is due! Thanks, Matt!

How One Really Gets the Swine Flu

2009-04-28T18:03:00.000-07:00

OK, I shamelessly stole this picture from my friend Lauren F., who posted it on Facebook earlier today. This is something one should not do in order to remain hygenic and clean.

Contraband

2009-04-26T09:37:00.000-07:00

This is certainly not the most attractive picture of my beautiful daughter - and she has lost her 2 front teeth naturally, they are not black or rotten as they appear here.

She is consuming what is fast becoming a controlled substance around here. A peanut butter sandwich. Yes, I had the nerve to sneak contraband peanut butter to the beach this weekend and allow my children to eat it. In public. I kept looking around nervously for moms on high alert for the smell who would come over and yell at me (which has happened).

I realize that some children cannot have peanut products, but mine can. I need to vent about these moms who accost my children with wipes at the playground (this has also happened), who lecture me on how some kids can't eat it, why it is not fair to let their child see peanut butter if he/she cannot have it, etc.

Well, let me tell you that I had to cash in our change jar this week in order to feed my kids. It came out to about $30 for a week of groceries for three growing children and one adult (the despot is away). The most nutritious bang for my buck was a huge bag of apples, bananas, grapes at 99 cents a pound, some loaves of bread and peanut butter. So please don't judge. I am not trying to kill your child with peanut fumes; I am trying to keep my kids healthy on a shoestring budget.

Please look the other way when I open our pathetic lunch sack and out come the PB & J on honey wheat sandwiches. It's the best I can do.

Some Good Words I Need to Work into Everyday Conversation

2009-04-23T05:56:00.000-07:00

As my mental faculties are declining, due to childbirth and a couple of years of breastfeeding (see Momnesia post for explanation of this disorder), I am making a list of excellent words that should be used with regularity. It's up to you to figure out the meanings.

muliebritous
histrionics
festooned
perverse (the peevish, cranky meaning)
anathema
ennui
bellicose
nonplussed

If you are so inclined, please add some more. It's my goal to single-handedly bring back some civility to the English language...only second to my goal of being so thin people worry about me.

Snarky Amy

2009-04-21T05:09:00.000-07:00

OK, Amy the Snarky Commenter is back - this time to criticize my spelling skills (I didn't see the error - I had spelled the word the same way as she put in her correction). She also said that she should know how the word was spelled, as she was "Spelling Bowl captin." Hmmmmm.

Since I have ultimate power to accept/reject comments, let me make it clear that only nice people who state their points clearly and without a hint of bitchiness will be allowed to post. This does not mean you have to agree with me, just leave the mean spirit out of it. Either that, or identify yourself so I know exactly who you are. You are clearly not any of my friends named Amy, who are all nothing but goodness and light.

Snarky Amy clearly doesn't know me at all, or she would be aware that much of what I write is...ready now? A joke. I am a fan of sarcasm and have been known to be cynical, and all mean-ish posts come down after a few days, once I am over it. So, Snarky Amy, please try again.

6 Things I Hope to Accomplish

2009-04-20T04:16:00.000-07:00

It's school vacation week, but I still have many things to do. I am mainly focusing on finding ways to combat my undiagnosed but undeniably present ADD and possible schizoid tendencies, along with the following:

1. To really and truly live by my new credo, which was on someone's signature line but I am stealing: Be Kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

2. I need to detox from the internet. It sucks me in like a vortex of terror, especially a certain social networking site. I am addicted to the quizzes and reached a new low yesterday when I took one called, "How Will You Handle the Zombie Apocolypse" instead of starting dinner for my starving kids.

3. Plan fun and nearly free things to keep the children busy. Sadly, it's supposed to rain for a couple of days, thwarting a planned trip to Wolf Hollow. My grand plan is to have them help me clean by putting large piles of our copious art supplies in the middle of the floor with the instructions to "make something." This will help my organization skills by getting rid of stuff, and keep the kids busy so I can put away laundry.

4. Finish reading "The Shack." I keep picking it up at 10:30 pm and fall asleep after just a couple of minutes.

5. Find out what will be on Kindergarten screening so I can drill my boys on what to expect so the screeners don't secretly think that they are retarded from not going to preschool this year.

6. To make the most of the Despot's absence and enjoy the relaxing atmosphere in our house.

Should We Move to the Country?

2009-04-17T07:58:00.000-07:00

I think my children are trying to tell me something. Last night, they built a beaver dam on our sidewalk and made a makeshift vine on our large tree. The boys want to live in one of the trees in the back yard, and spend countless hours trying to reach the top of it. Mind you, we live in the middle of a small city - our lot is large at 1/5 of an acre. Here is photographic evidence of my poor wanna-be country kids who clearly want to escape. I can't say I blame them. My fantasies lately include at least 5 acres and a pond....

Latest Column

2009-04-17T05:53:00.000-07:00

I write a monthly parenting column, called Free-Range Parenting, for our illustrious local paper, the Newburyport Daily News. Here is the one that ran today:

After nearly four months of daily battles to get my formerly nearly-perfect daughter to complete her math lessons and to agree to go anywhere with a sunny disposition, I have made the heart-wrenching decision to put her into (gasp) Public School.

This goes so against my parenting philosophy that I spend much time questioning if I am a hypocrite, or a smart mom who has learned when to give up when something clearly isn’t working any more. My dear girl had decided that, in line of several families we know, that she should not have to do anything she didn’t want to do.

For a couple of weeks, I tried to be a pagan earth-goddess unschooler (which seems to be the prevailing “thing” here in the northeast), trying out the philosophy I was being drilled on that adults should not put any boundaries on children or force them to do anything but their heart’s desire. It did not go well. In our house, it just made the chaos even more pronounced. This is the right path for some, but I kept thinking about how life is not about doing only what one wants to do. It’s about personal responsibility, learning and respecting social and moral boundaries.

I began my quest for the “right” school around February vacation, when an hour of schoolwork was taking 5 hours, complete with whining, wailing and gnashing of teeth. After several fainting spells over the cost of a decent private education, I gritted my teeth and, with one eye closed just in case, started researching the public schools around here.

Newbury Elementary kept coming back to me as an option, especially since another homeschooling family we are friendly with has 2 children there and are happy, so I called for more information. It particularly appealed to me because my daughter is working at least 2 years above grade level in math, and her reading is off the charts. Newbury has a special program just for gifted kids that just doesn’t exist in any other schools in the area.

The wonderful principal, Mrs. Sylvia Jordan, called me at home one evening during her off hours and spent a good deal of time listening to my plight and explaining everything from curriculum to after school enrichment in detail. We were on the phone for over an hour, and I was invited to visit the school after deciding to go ahead and “choice” my daughter into the second grade there.

Wow! This school not only has an auditorium and a science lab, but the woman who is now my daughter’s teacher, Miss Grace Ruhp, welcomed my baby into her class with a smile and open arms. She did not roll her eyes, like other people in other schools, when I explained to her about my girl’s academic needs. Instead, she understood and assured me that her needs would be met. I saw in her eyes that I could trust her, that she was everything like her name.

The first day I left my daughter was horrible – for me. She got into the car at pick-up time nearly exploding with all the great things she had done that day. With two new best friends, an invitation to join the Ghost Club, a science experiment and pizza lunch, it seemed like she would fit in just fine.

But can one still be a free-range parent and send her children to school? This is something I am still trying to reconcile. I have my boys at home, since they just turned 5. But their school choice applications are in to Newbury Elementary as well. If all goes as planned, they will be there half days in the fall. I have 5 months with them, to get them dirty and allow them to be little boys. My daughter remains free to be herself and her passions for dance, violin and horseback riding will be accommodated. But for now, having someone else step in as her teacher for awhile is making our time together so much more pleasant.

I will always wonder if formal schooling was the right decision. So far, after one 3 ½ day week, it seems workable. My daughter misses playing with her brothers, but enjoys the variety of school and the new friends. I tell myself that we can always go back if it doesn’t end up being the best option. Can you go back, though? It’s the eternal question.

Old Hobbies

2009-04-11T08:21:00.000-07:00

Before I had children, I loved quilting. I made Anna a fun quilt with a dinosaur theme (she never was a princess girl), and I started these two when pregnant with the boys. I worked until I was so huge I could barely reach my machine. Since I was put on strict hospitalized bedrest with them from weeks 32-25 of pregnancy, and they came at 36 weeks, I was unable to finish the binding. I have pulled them out, and plan to finish them up. The dragon/wizard one is my favorite! You can vote below, if you like, on yours. I set up the pictures so you can see the backing as well.

I am hopeful that since the kids are getting older, I can return to some of the hobbies I enjoyed in days of yore. Perhaps a quilt of their baby clothes or something is in the works! It's quite a soothing activity.

Fun Run for Pan Mass Challenge

2009-04-11T07:18:00.001-07:00

Lovely Anna smiling after running her race!

Last weekend, we (meaning the kids) did a 1/4 mile fun run to raise money in support of a friend who is doing the Pan Mass Challenge this year. She is my hero - with 2 small children, she is able to train for this event and plan exciting fundraisers!

Ryan ended up not running because the wind was causing him to have trouble breathing due to his cold/asthma, and Anna and Jake were at the end of the pack. They are their mother's children! The persevered and made the whole 1/4 mile lap. I was exceedingly proud of them.

The kids had a blast! There was face painting, as evidenced above, and the kids wore themselves out running around the track. And they learned a little about giving money to help people who are sick. In all, a wonderful experience for us all.

Things I Have Learned from Other Great Moms

2009-04-07T14:50:00.000-07:00

My friends are useful founts of information. I thought I'd share some of the very important things they have shared with me:

1. If you fill plastic Easter eggs with liquid soap, they leak. (from Beth)
2. It is possible for a child to become emotionally attached to a can of sardines. (from Amy)
3. Everybody is putting up with something. (from my own mom)
4. Your child will only decide to affect the "no bangs" look by cutting off her bangs on the day before school pictures. (from Lauren)
5. It's wise to save the Percocet they give you after your c-section to take before breastfeeding, as that can hurt way worse than the incision. (from Margaret)
6. Sometimes, the autistic child is easier to deal with - the other one is too unpredictable. (from Jean)
7. It's probable that you have spent the whole day cleaning, doing laundry, cooking and running errands, yet your house is filthy, the hamper's full, everyone's hungry and the to-do list is a mile long. (from my own self)

That's about it for now. Please feel free to add your own gems! And have a relaxing night....

Goals for the Week

2009-04-05T16:12:00.000-07:00

Aside from the obvious swimming out of the depths of despair from sending my eldest to the wolves, I have several goals this week. They are as follows:

1. To survive the Georgetown State of the Town meeting without a) dozing off, b) obvious eye-rolling or c) indulging in inappropriate fantasies.

2. To provoke the new person of legend in Newburyport, the Starbucks Witch, into yelling at me and/or my children so I can get some good material for my next column. She apparently feels it's appropriate to shout the "f" word at mothers who dare to bring their tots into Starbucks to purchase caffeinated beverages and calls all Newburyport-area children entitled brats. Doesn't she know that without the caffeine, we'd not have the energy to discipline the kids at all? The show should be a good one!

3. To also survive a school committee meeting without any of the above (see #1).

4. To finally let go of the money the lady owes me and throw away my rose colored glasses. Also to stop obsessively checking PayPal to see if she had a change of heart.....

5. To attempt a detox from Facebook and clean my house instead.

I'll let you know if I succeed!

I am a Hypocrite, Aren't I?

2009-02-21T06:58:00.000-08:00

OK, so the winter has closed in around me and the thought of getting out of bed, let alone taking care of and teaching three children, is quite overwhelming. So on a whim I have sent (gasp) school choice applications (public school, no less. I KNOW!) to a local school, because they have a great program for gifted children (yes, my daughter and probably my sons are gifted. It's not PC to say so, but it is what it is.). I am just tired. I have lost the will to do all the work involved in homeschooling. I selfishly want time to 1) exercise 2) eat an entire lunch sitting down 3)clean my house 4) have coffee with a friend.

I am fighting my inner voice that reminds me that I homeschool because there are so many things I cannot abide about public school such as 1) making kids sit still so much 2) the long hours 3) the bad influences 4) the one-size-fits all teaching methods.

I cannot see myself as a shiny PTA mom. I can definitely see myself as a huge pain in the ass, pushing for what my kids need and simultaneously hating myself for not keeping them home.

I chose this particular school because they still have a half-day K program and for their differentiated instruction and shameless "label" of gifted for children who need it. My daughter, 7, is reading on a 10th grade level and learning to solve for x in algebraic equations. She understands molecular combination. She plays Bach effortlessly on her violin. She needs challenge to be happy. My sons, 4, add and subtract to 12s, are starting to read early readers and also need extra. So what's a mom who has lost the will to do it herownself to do?

I am looking into private schools, but will only be able to afford it if they hire me. So I have cobbled together a workable resume and sent it out all over the North Shore. I am leaving it to fate what will happen.

Am I a hypocrite, for all my ranting about the evils of public school? Or just a worn out mom who wants to give something else a try for her own sanity, and so she can enjoy the fun stuff with her kids and leave the nagging to someone else. These are the questions troubling me these days...