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Why Wouldn’t We Already Feel GOOD?

By Patti @ Canadian Unschooler · Comments (2)
Friday, May 25th, 2012

I have an idea.

Let’s create a village of 1000-2500 people.  Let’s tell them that they HAVE TO go there;  that their entire lives depend on it.  And let’s create rules and standards and let’s make 10% of the people in the village responsible for enforcing these rules and standards.  The Enforcers will have no ability to punish or motivate the other 90%–you know, the Regulars– and they will mostly lack the skills to inspire anyone, but we’ll give them the responsibility anyway.

Now let’s make it the responsibility of the Enforcers to tell everyone in the village that they are not allowed to eat sugar because sugar is bad for them and will ruin their lives.  The Enforcers will think of the village as a ‘safe zone’ where everyone will agree that sugar is bad and no one will choose to eat it.

Except that the Regulars in the village have found many sources for sugar.  And they share it amongst themselves secretly.  A lot of them eat sugar at least once per week and some eat sugar every day.  Many of the Enforcers know about this and pretend not to know and continue to tell everyone how bad eating sugar is.  Some of the Enforcers even eat sugar too, but of course they would never admit this.

Everyone outside the village is enraged that so many Regulars in the village are eating sugar.  They blame the Enforcers and they look for a few of the Regulars to blame the sugar-eating on.  No one ever considers that maybe all the Regulars should leave the village to get away from the available sugar because, after all, the entire future of the Regulars depends on them being IN the village and following–or pretending to follow–the rules and standards of the Enforcers.

Hundreds of villages like this continue to exist and every one has the same problem–the Enforcers say ‘Don’t eat sugar’ but the Regulars find and eat sugar as often as they want.  Every village continues as it always has.

You know what I’ve just described, right?  

Highschool.

And you know what the sugar is, right?

Drugs.

A friend’s 15-year-old daughter just completed a big  project and presentation on drug use and it’s dangers for one of her classes.  I commented to the friend that I’m sure it’s great project, but what was the point?  To get kids not to use drugs?  Because it’s going to have absolutely no effect on that decision whatsoever.

My friend was somewhat offended.  ”So how are kids supposed to learn that drugs are bad if they don’t learn it at school?”

Let’s just say that she and I will not being seeing eye-to-eye on that issue.

I think drug education begins in the home at an early age.  Last winter the police raided a house in my neighbourhood that was a marijuana grow-op.  I told my children exactly what had been going on in that house as we watched the officers remove hundreds of plants.  I explained how some people choose to do things to their bodies that feel good for a while but do long-term damage that they may not discover for a long time.  I explained how sometimes people feel so sad or broken or angry or lonely or scared or confused that they don’t care if they damage their bodies–they just want to feel better.  I explained that sometimes when we are with people who act that way that we might get confused and think that we might need to put drugs into our bodies too to make us feel good.

My daughters looked at me in surprise.  Why wouldn’t we already feel good?  Why would we wreck our perfectly healthy bodies?  Why indeed.

Friends, it is not enough for parents and teachers to say “Don’t use drugs.  Drugs are bad.”  My Partner-Guy’s 17-year-old niece estimates that 3/4 of the kids in her highschool use illegal or illegally obtained drugs or excessive alcohol at least once per week and that of those kids, 1/2 do it every day.  Her numbers may be a little off, but that is apparently her experience.  The Don’t-Use-Drugs message isn’t working, and parents, teachers, administrators and journalists(!) need to stop being shocked by the number of kids using drugs.

You can’t create a village where drugs are easily accessible and then tell kids not to use them.  Is 75% of the general population using illegal or illegally obtained drugs at least once per week?  I kind of doubt it.  So why have we created a place for kids to create a culture where drugs are more or less OK that is unique only to them?  Why do we sanction this behaviour as ‘normal’?  Why do we expect teens to ‘rebel’ and ‘experiment’ and then act with moral outrage that they didn’t learn any better how to behave?

I’m not a perfect parent and I don’t know what the future holds for my children and I.  But I know from the research that people who feel hurt or scared or lonely or unloved or confused or violated or neglected or angry are far more likely to abuse their bodies with drugs than people who are secure, confident, self-motivated and loved.  I am grateful for the knowledge and tools to raise my children where they can experience security, confidence and love as a daily part of their lives.  I can’t live their lives for them or protect them from every upset or disappointment, and I don’t want to.  But I can give them tools to handle the hard times.  I can accept them as they are every day.  I can inspire them to pursue their full potentials.

And I can keep them out of the artificial culture created in schools so that they can live authentically and grow in their own truth and wisdom.

Yes.  I can.

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Categories : UN-doing our Culture, UNderstanding School

Shame and Humiliation at School

By Patti @ Canadian Unschooler · Comments (0)
Saturday, April 21st, 2012

I can still remember the first time I was utterly shamed and humiliated at school.

It was the Spring of my Grade 1 year and I was 7 years old.  My class was on a trip to a hospital in a nearby town and we had travelled there by school bus.  I had sat near the front of the bus with my friend and we had talked together during the 20 minute bus ride.  I was very used to riding the school bus–it picked me up at the end of our 500m-long lane every morning and dropped me off every afternoon.  Before and after school the bus picked up children from Kindergarten to Grade 8, so this was likely the first time that I had been on the bus with only my class and with my friend who rode a different bus route to school each day.

When we got off the bus we all gathered around my teacher and waited for instructions to proceed.  I remember being excited as I had never been to this hospital before because my family always used the medical services in a different nearby town.  My teacher pointed to where the name of the hospital was spelled out in big upper case letters on the front of the building.

“Patti Tinholt!”, Mrs. Jackson said loudly.  I snapped to attention.  “Since you talked the entire way here maybe you could talk some more and read these words for us.”

I was stunned.  Shamed and humiliated. First of all, I was generally a good little girl who followed the rules and rarely stepped out of line.  I had no idea that my very strict teacher considered the school bus to be like her classroom and we were not supposed to talk on the ride to the hospital.  I had always talked to my friends on the bus and no one had ever told me that there would be circumstances when talking on the bus was not allowed.  Second, I was a pretty smart little 7-year-old.  I knew I was in the accelerated reading group and that I was probably the best reader in my class.  But there was NO WAY I could decipher in that moment that the big letters on that building said Palmerston and District Hospital.

My throat burned and I blinked back hot tears.  I said nothing.

The teacher taunted me.  “NOW you have nothing to say?  Did you use up all your talking on the bus?”

I stared back in silence wishing I would disappear.  Someone else raised a hand and read the name of the hospital.  The rest of the trip was a total blur to me.  (Except I do remember that we visited a Physiotherapy Room where there was a big tub of melted wax that was used to treat who-knows-what and little Angie Mitchell stuck her entire hand in it and the teacher saw her and Angie didn’t get in trouble and I wondered what would have happened if I had stuck my hand in the wax but I didn’t because I was generally a good little girl who always followed the rules.)

If someone could explain to me the point of that interaction with the teacher, I’d love to hear it.  No, I’m not still smarting from the experience, but I do remember it, and I’m glad I do.

I’m glad that this event has not slipped my memory because it reminds to be conscious of the way that I talk to my children and other children as well.

It is very easy as an adult to slip into the ‘I know better’ mode of relating to children.  It is easy to ignore that their life experience has been different from ours and they see the world through their own unique lens.  It is easy to want to be right at the expense of a person who has no ability to see our thoughts nor to understand what makes her wrong.  It is easy to be louder, stronger and more knowledgeable.

But you know what isn’t easy?  To observe someone else’s way of being and not feel judgemental.  To keep our own integrity when someone else’s behaviour goes against our preferred way.  To show unconditional love to a person who is doing his or her very best at any given moment.

REACTION is easy.  REFLECTION requires diligence, patience and self-awareness.  I’m pretty sure I wasn’t taught anything about that when I went to Teacher’s College.  And I definitely did a lot of reacting in my own days as a teacher.  I am grateful now for the opportunity to be away from the classroom and to practice reflectionwith my own children.

Me and Julian enjoying a moment of Connection

Did you ever have an experience as a child at school that affected the way you treat your own children?
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Your Child does NOT Thrive on Routine

By Patti @ Canadian Unschooler · Comments (3)
Tuesday, April 17th, 2012

It is a telling indictment of modern mainstream parenting culture that most parents can hardly wait for the Christmas Break or the Spring Break to end so they can send their kids back to school. The end of August brings similar remarks of “Can’t wait to get back to the routine” and “The kids are going squirrelly–must be time to send them back to school”.

Mainstream parents have endorsed and swallowed the myth that children thrive on routine. Yes, I said it’s a myth. Children are imaginative, creative and exuberant: how can they possibly be authentic when confined to a routine? And yet I hear it all time. Children thrive on routine. No, they don’t. The truth is that adults thrive on routine, especially adults who are responsible for the care of creative, imaginative and exuberant children.

I can see that there are lots of adults who are eager to get their kids back to a routine because the adults are unable to cope with the spontaneity of the children. Conversely, I also hear parents who complain that when their children are at home they don’t do anything–except watch TV, play video games and mope around the house. The parents of these kids think that they need school so that their children will be entertained. These parents have never considered that their children are desperate to take back control of their own time but that school has so wrecked the children that they don’t even know what to do with their own time.

Some families take the myth of thriving on routine to an extreme. In the last 2 years, Partner-Guy (he’s an elementary school teacher) has had 2 students who have lost a parent during the school year. In one case, the father of a Grade 3 girl died suddenly of a heart attack on a Tuesday and the child was sent to school on Thursday. The funeral was on Friday. She was back at school on Monday. In the other case, the mother of a Grade 2 girl died after a lengthy illness. The girl missed about a week of school while her grandparents visited but when they returned home she was returned to school. The girl cried on a daily basis and simply could not cope, and when Partner-Guy suggested that maybe she needed more time at home with her father and grandparents, the principal insisted that she would be better off keeping to her regular routine at school. Good grief.

You know what children thrive on? Predictability and familiarity. This is more than just semantics. School offers routine but it does not offer predictability, even with all its schedules and rules. There is just nothing predictable about 20 children of different backgrounds and experiences forced to be together every day. One day you have a best friend; the next day she hates you. One day you make a beautiful picture that everyone compliments; the next day your underwear is sticking out the back of your pants and everyone makes fun of you.

Predictability only happens within the familiarity of a safe environment where everyone treats each other with kindness, patience and respect. This the exact opposite of school. In fact, most families barely manage to do it. Routines become so etched in stone that people stop thinking. They zone-out. They are completely unable to think outside the box. Their brains are stifled by routines.

Predictability and familiarity allow children to thrive because it reduces their stress. Routines do not get rid of stress. In fact, the routine of getting to school on time and picking up the kids at daycare on time and going to swimming lessons on time is very stress-producing. And is the purpose of keeping kids on a routine to prepare them for life as an adult? Then why do most adults thrive on sleeping in on the weekends?  Why do most adults seem to hold their breath until they get two weeks of vacation respite AWAY from the routine?

Routines are not a component of living a life of freedom and joy. I can’t think of any reason why, as an adult, I would chose to restrict my life by imposing a strict routine. I am thrilled to be earning an income in a way that allows me to chose my own hours, my own priorities and my own paycheque. Unless our financial viability is in grave danger I will not chose to return to a job with a standard 5-day work week.

I don’t thrive on routine either.  Do you?

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Categories : UNderstanding School

Are YOU Doing Your Best?

By Patti @ Canadian Unschooler · Comments (0)
Thursday, March 15th, 2012

My sister’s son’s teacher thinks he’s not doing his best. She says some of his work displays his best effort, but the work is inconsistent and he will have to try harder this term.

Fortunately, my sister does not place a lot of value on the teacher’s opinion of her son, but she asked me what she should say to the teacher at the parent-teacher interview. I said she should ask the teacher if SHE is doing her best.

 Do you do your best all day every day? Did you use your best effort when you made your bed this morning? What about the lunch you threw together to bring to work–was that your best? Did you teach your best lessons today, and was every interaction you had with every child and every adult your best? Is that outfit the best you could come up with today? Did you even look in a mirror when you fixed your hair? Where’s your motivation to eat better and lose weight? Aren’t you motivated to do your best and be your best?

This idea that children must do their best effort on every mundane, contrived assignment from the teacher is as ridiculous as it would be for my sister to talk to the teacher in the manner I suggested. What she could say to the teacher is “In my opinion, when a five year old is away from his mommy all day and has to get along with 19 other kids all day, just surviving it is doing his best.”

As adults we don’t do our best on every task all day long. I do my best to make a fabulous supper that everyone will enjoy about once a week, not every day (and the rest of the time we eat a lot of rice!). And I pre-treat the stains on my children’s clothes once in a while before I do the laundry, not every time. When motivated, I do my best on the little mundane tasks of life, and the rest of the time I do good enough.

Can’t we assume that an eight year old boy is intelligent enough to pick and choose what he wants to put his full effort into?

Doesn’t it really come down to what adults expect from children? Why is it that if we see that a child has demonstrated a particular skill one time that the child should be able to perform at that level every time? My daughter Jasmine learned how to do up zippers last fall, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t done up a zipper for her since then: Some zippers are tricky. Sometimes fingers don’t do exactly what we want them to. Sometimes another piece of clothing (or a little sister) is in the way. In other words, the circumstances of every day are always different, and just because she can’t or doesn’t do her zipper one time, it doesn’t mean she isn’t trying her best.

Doing Our Best Buiding

My attitude toward my children is that they are always doing their best. To go one step further, I actually believe that children are wired (to be read: predisposed) to always do their best. Even when a child is having a full-scale melt down, I believe she is really trying her best to handle the situation. Babies even are trying their best. After all, they are just trying to survive.

My daughter Holly used to say “I was just trying” whenever things seemed to go amiss (such as spilling her cereal or tripping over a toy or dropping the Duplo creation she spent 30 minutes on). Yes, of course she was trying. Trying her best. And when she cries about the spill or the fall or the broken sculpture, she is doing her best to handle her disappointment or hurt or frustration. And sometimes I want her to do something that she is not very motivated to do (like play with Julian so I can have a shower) and then it is no surprise to me that she does not use her full effort to entertain the baby. It is perfectly natural that she reserves her best effort for doing the things that matter to her the most.

Let’s stop pushing kids to put their maximum effort into the things that don’t matter to them.  Instead, let’s trust them to pursue their strengths and interests with all the fortitude and passion they were born with.

I can’t wait to see the results!

 

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Categories : UNderstanding School

Kids Need More Exercise?

By Patti @ Canadian Unschooler · Comments (1)
Sunday, March 11th, 2012

A mainstream magazine I glanced at the other day featured yet another story about how kids need more exercise.  Actually what the article says is that Canadians, both children and adults, need more exercise but not as much as was originally recommended.  Overall, apparently, we’re fat and unhealthy so the original recommendation was too much to expect us to achieve.  Instead, we are told by Health Canada that we still need more exercise, but we can relax because they’ve lowered their expectations of us.

Let’s look at this another way.  Since most children, apparently, can’t reach the original target of 60-90 minutes of physical activity per day, Health Canada has decreased their recommendation to just 60 minutes.  And even for the children who were capable of ‘exercising’ for 60-90 minutes daily, it is now, apparently, OK for them to stop at 60 minutes.  Set the bar lower, and don’t encourage anyone to go beyond it, even if they’re capable.

Is it possible that kids who are just borderline overweight will now begin to exercise less and become fully overweight?  Are we now trying to create a society of marginally healthy people?  People who are content to achieve a mediocre level of health?  Get the overweight kids to bring their weight down a little and don’t worry if the healthy kids pack on a few pounds.

Now I’m just being facetious of course, but honestly the whole topic of children and exercise is so ridiculous that I just can’t help ridiculing the article.  And it seems that every magazine I glance at is committed to running articles about getting kids more active.  I laugh when I see these articles.

It is backwards logic.

Just an Active Day at the Toronto Zoo

First we lock kids up all day.  We yell at them not to run in the halls.  We stop them from skipping and dancing.  We make them walk slowly up and down stairs all holding the railing.  We free them from their cells for 15 minutes during which time they are expected to use the bathroom and then put on all their winter garments and still have time to run around outside.  We give lip-service to the idea that kids should walk to school (although this only applies in the city, obviously) but then we give some kids diagnostic labels and we happily bus them from their homes to other schools to accommodate their exceptionalities.  And then after doing everything that we can to make them be still we lecture them and shame them because they are overweight, unhealthy and inactive.

No healthy, active child would ever choose to go to school and sit in a desk for 300 minutes per day.  Never.  And no child would chose to be still for a long period followed by 60 minutes of continuous physical activity.  The concept of exercise as we tend to apply it is meant for adults and not children.  Adults like to compartmentalize their activities and so they separate physical activity from their jobs and their families and their social time.  Kids just don’t think that way.  They don’t need time scheduled as physical activity time.  They just need the freedom to move their bodies when they are inclined to do so.

My children do not participate in any scheduled activities and during the winter they rarely play outside.  But they are active all day.  They run up and down the stairs at least 20 times daily.  They dance and skip from room to room.  They climb over chairs, tables and couches just to get from one place to another, rather than going around the furniture.  They jump on the beds and sometimes crawl under them.  I have seen Anna balance on one foot while eating her entire lunch.  I have seen Holly jump on two feet from room to room to room for a whole afternoon.  I have seen Jazzy scramble up onto the bed, jump to the other side, jump off, run around the end and climb back up, over and over, shrieking and laughing and loving every minute of it.  My kids are getting enough physical activity.

An authentic child plays authentically, moving with freedom and joy from one activity to another.  An authentic child is active, curious, creative and busy.  If mainstream children are going to be blamed for their own inactivity, maybe we should start giving them the freedom to choose what they do all day.  Just a thought.

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