Needles and Creativity

Thanks to some work I do for the Catholic Writers Guild, I sometimes get copies of books by Catholic authors. The two books I’m sharing with you today came to me that way, and I’ll admit that I was delighted. They had been on my purchase list for a while.

Both of them are billed as “homeschooling books,” but I am here to modify that a bit. If you homeschool, you will certainly find them helpful. But, my friends, I am not technically in the homeschooling ranks anymore, since we’re sending our eldest to kindergarten in the fall, and I just know these books will become treasured friends on my resource bookshelf. I don’t think this makes me weird, either. I think we parents, especially those of us with school-aged children in our lives, have a need for idea-generating resources around us, inspiration that can be opened up and picked through again and again.

Haystack Full of Needles, by Alice Gunther (who is one of the nicest, most lovely people in the blogosphere), is subtitled “A Catholic Home Educator’s Guide to Socialization.” I have read raves about how it sets the record straight on the myth of how you’ll get that much-needed and much-talked-about socialization time in if you choose to homeschool. I agree with those reviews, but as someone who is both intimidated and very enamored with the homeschooling, I found in it much more than that.

Hope. Yes, that’s right: hope. Whether you send your kid to the public school down the street or have discerned some other educational option, this book has suggestions that you can implement and weave into your life. It’s not as much about your children and you as it is about the larger community, about foster the Body of Christ within the context of children playing together. It’s about community, in the sense that we seem to have forgotten in our world of Twittering and texting. It’s about stepping back from the rush and embracing the cup of coffee and the companionship of other people.

I find a lot of hope in that, because I find that in the counsel Gunther so beautifully shares throughout her book, I have an answer to a longing of my own, the longing for support in more than just educational pursuits or faith pursuits or homemaking pursuits. Somehow, she braids all these, and more, together, telling stories of her own adventures, strewing seeds along the path for you to water or leave…as you choose.

In His Image: Nurturing Creativity in the Heart of Your Home, by Mary C. Gildersleeve, has a subtitle that almost sent me packing: “Nurturing Creativity in the Heart of Your Home.” Now, folks, I love creativity. I write for a large part of my work. I understand that creativity is about more than arts and crafts and that we all have our own brand of it.

But…there was still some hesitation, because I know that while I define creativity loosely and openly, most others don’t…and this smacked of an artsy sort of book.

What I found in this book, instead of a detailed mandate to get myself working on being better at the elusive arts, was encouragement and support for an area of life that I treasure. Gildersleeve approaches creativity from the standpoint of a gift from God, and she gives a host of resources, ideas, and general tips that even an uncoordinated, intimidated dunce like me can make use of.

It’s because she gets me past myself, and because she is so gentle. She stresses the importance of the arts and gives practical ways to incorporate them. You don’t have to have an hour a day to pull these things off; you don’t even have to have a plan (though, of course, that does help).

Once again, we have a book that’s written for and marketed to homeschoolers that the rest of us should snatch up and check out. There’s wisdom here worth gleaning and sharing and using!

Seven Quick Uns

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At last! We have the first episode of Catholic Vitamins! Have you checked it out yet?

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The Online Retreat in Everyday Life starts the week of September 13 (which is next week!), if you’re interested in making it in conjunction with the liturgical year. Last year, I did a series of reflections inspired by the online retreat, and I can’t recommend it highly enough…whether you’re Catholic or not.  It’s fabulous!

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macbook-proFor about a month or two, I’ve been doing what I’ve called “Screenless Sundays.” It’s a cousin of “Offline Evenings” (see #6 on this post)– I don’t use the computer.  The screen is the computer screen, not the TV, though I don’t really watch TV.  It hasn’t been a family thing as much as just a personal resolution to make Sundays a day of rest.  I’m not the only one who’s been thinking this way, apparently, and isn’t it just interesting how these big thoughts seems to sweep everyone at once?  Greg and Jennifer talked about “Tech-Free Sundays” on their last Catholics Next Door podcast and they really got me to thinking — could I ask this of my family?  Sundays are a day of (cough, ahem) FOOTBALL.  Football = rest for a certain someone in our household.

Well, regardless of whether I go tech-free all the way, I’m experiencing a lot of peace with my Screenless Sundays experiment.  Yeah, there’s more to do on Monday, but I find I am rested in a whole new way.  Maybe it’s because being in front of a computer screen means work to me in so many ways, whether I’m doing parish work or writing work.  Maybe it’s because I’m paying attention to my family with more focused attention.  Maybe it’s because it’s something different.

Since this can’t just be something I am pondering, I have to ask…how about you?  Do you do something like this on Sundays?  If not, what do you do to make Sundays a day of rest?

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Mr. Oompa Gloompa has been silent lately. (He’s introduced here, in #2.)  My four-year-old just hasn’t asked to talk to him.  Then, out of the blue, she asked to talk to him on Wednesday in the car.  (The car is the only place he talks to her.)  We’ve learned quite a bit more about him.

And I’ve realized that I need to make notes.  For one thing, I can’t remember what his wife’s name is.  For another, he has seven — seven! — daughters, and my dear remembers-everything daughter wants to know their names.  Well, they can’t just be Henrietta or Jane, can they, not with a father named Mr. Oompa Gloompa!  His oldest daughter, who’s orange, is Galoompa.  I had to just admit that I didn’t know all the rest of their names, and my four-year-old was OK with that.

She moved right on to the next most important question.

“Mr. Oompa Gloompa, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Principessa.”

“Is there God in your world?”

Pause.

“Yes, Principessa, there is, though my world is different than yours.”

“Mr. Oompa Gloompa, can I ask you something?”

“Why, of course, Principessa.”

“Is there Mary in your world?”

Now how do I answer that?  Does God have a mother in this other world?  I hadn’t thought about it.  There are a lot of things I haven’t thought about, and I guess I’ll have to get a little notebook to jot these things down so I remember them.

Though I doubt it’s any safer to reference those notes while I’m driving than it is to text or talk on the phone…

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On a whim, a week ago, I got a bunch of books on insects from the library. My four-year-old had asked to learn all about crickets, and I figured, “Why not?’cricket

Last week, inspired by this book, Cricketology, we went cricket-hunting.  This week, still inspired, we made cricket castles.  What will next week hold?

One thing’s for sure: bugs.

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How’s homeschooling going? I’m finding out what it means to have the learning just, well, happen all the time.  We get together with our friends (Belle is the other four-year-old, and Penny is the toddler), and we work on the subject of the day.  But, really, it doesn’t stop.  I have piles of books acquired from the library thanks to my handy-dandy newly-minted teacher library card (oh joy!), and my four-year-old is immersed in them.  From horses to insects to the wide world of all animals, she will sit and pore over the books in the evenings, in her bedroom, in the mornings.

And this is SOOOO why I wanted to homeschool.

(Yes, there are challenges.  Don’t get me wrong.  But I’m enjoying it and keeping a smile in my mind — if not always on my face.)

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American Girl catalogI was lamenting the American Girl catalog a couple of times after it arrived in our mailbox on Tuesday. These dolls seem great, don’t get me wrong.  I want one.  For that matter, I want the horses too.

But to shell out that money for a doll that my kid’s going to probably forget in five minutes seems…silly.  (I told her she had to save her money for one, and if that involves Christmas and birthday money, fine.  But still…)  Anyway, getting these catalogs in the mail (How did they get my name? How’d they know?) has caused mixed emotions with me for some time…we go through a spell of constant “I want…” and, well, I just seem to struggle.

Then, somehow, I remembered the painter’s tape one of my friends recommended as a must-have around the house.  And I gave my four-year-old permission to use it to hang something up.  And suddenly, her room redecoration was born.  Yes, the entire American Girl catalog can be found on her bedroom walls.

And, incidentally, the old-fashioned Holly Hobbie quilt (the profile Holly Hobbie with the bonnet, not the new-fangled one who’s popular now) my grandma made me when I was a girl of about five is on her bed, underneath all those smiling American Girl catalog pages.  I don’t know if that’s what inspired her to make her bed every day this week, and even insist on it, should I imply that it’s not, perhaps, necessary.  I’m not a bed-maker, for whatever reason.  So either that old, washed-soft quilt is inspiring her or she’s only related to me by blood.  :)

Thanks to Jen at Conversion Diary for being our lovely 7 Quick Takes hostess.

Significance in the Small Stuff

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Ah, it’s time for this week’s small successes.  Every week at Faith & Family Live, there’s a celebration of the small successes we celebrate in our daily lives.  It’s a nod to the importance of recognizing the importance of what we do and of encouraging each other.  Go check it out!

1. On Monday, my husband and I accomplished a cleaning task that has been waiting for us for, oh, months.  We made such great progress that we walked back into the house feeling hopeful about how the continuation of our farm clean-up will go.  It was a good feeling.  It’s still a good feeling.

2. Last night, after dinner, we collected soil and lettuce and dog food for a terrarium.  For crickets.  Who stayed in their new Cricket Castle in my four-year-old daughter’s bedroom.  And I’m OK with all this.  (But that question about studying spiders?  I’m shuddering a bit and plotting how to distract her with something else.)

3. Rather than give in to the temptation to post yesterday, I didn’t.  I just let it go.  And it was OK.  (It’s probably not a success that I gave in to that temptation today, though, is it?)

Now, don’t waste any time getting on over to Faith & Family Live for today’s round-up of small successes!

Mondays with Mary

Mondays with MaryIt’s only been in my hot little hands a few days, but I already know that Mondays with Mary: A Celebration of Marian Feasts Throughout the Year, the new book by Meredith Henning, is going to be a resource I use and reference and share for years to come.

Henning structured the book around the Litany of Loreto (which, incidentally, also inspired many of the titles I’ve been writing about this year at Today’s Catholic Woman).  That means you get all the “important” feasts, even the ones you might have forgotten on your own.  As an official Mary geek, I am grateful for the organization and having a resource that not only has the dates, but also shares history and…get this!…a selection of crafts and a recipe.

But wait, there’s more!  In addition to 32 titles and celebrations of Mary, complete with history and crafts and recipes, there are appendices that make my heart soar.  No, I’m not referring to the book list (though that’s a wonderful thing, including books for both parents and children), and I’m not referring to the ideas for the month of May (though that, too, is a lovely thing), and I’m not even referring to the appendix with the links (though I’m drooling on my keyboard, I assure you!).

No, what I’m talking about is the final appendix, the one with the words to the Marian hymns.

I didn’t grow up singing these songs, and I often find myself fumbling through the hymnal when everyone else seems to be singing from memory.  I love having them at my fingertips now, and though my kids may learn to sing them with a slightly, ahem, altered melody than what was intended, at least they will know the words!

As I prepare to embark on my homeschooling adventure, I can think of few other resources that I would more like to have at my fingertips than this lovely collection of Marian gems.

I’d want this book, though.  I think it would be a great resource to have in a parish library  and a fabulous way to incorporate Mary into religious education classes.  I can see how some of my friends could use this book to spend an evening (or a couple of evenings) a week on a Marian theme.

In the preface, Henning says the book “represents a glimpse into the life and heart of the Blessed Virgin Mary for our children.  We as their parents are the windows to her world; we just need to open it for them.”

What a beautiful image to open the book!  I love the idea of tossing open the window for my girls to learn to love Mary as I do.  And you know what?  I think Mary’s probably reaching through that window to toss all of us in the air!

When Back-to-School is Stay-at-Home

This fall begins my adventure in homeschooling.  I have shared more about that journey as part of Donna’s back-to-school series this week at View from the Domestic Church in my guest post, “When Back-to-School is Stay-at-Home.”  Enjoy!

Random Thoughts

I saw a version of this over at Jen’s place, and I’ve enjoyed it. So, because there are a bunch of things rattling around in my head, but no cohesion to them, I’m going to try my hand at it. (And, Jen, if you want to consider imitation as flattery, that would be fine, because I just love what you’re doing over there!)

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Halloween is one of those “holidays” that leaves me feeling a little – OK, a LOT – unsure of myself. On the one hand, it is all in good fun. On the other hand, I’m more than a little creeped out as I walk around with my very young children and see ghouls and coffins and, well, scary things being made light of. I had a fascination with horror in my youth, yes. But I don’t anymore.

I can’t seem to forget that the “reason for the season” is All Saints Day. Even as I type that, though, I would be fooling you if I don’t admit, up front, that I just don’t have it in my (yet) to pull together something in my community. Those of you with co-ops or parishes that have All Saints Day parties have more than a little of my envy.

On the other hand, I like pumpkins and I have a deep-seated love of this time of year. I hate that after Halloween all of the pumpkins will be taken down, for the most part. The dressing up, the getting candy, the socializing…it’s all in good fun. Right? (Well, it’s supposed to be, right?)

And if you’re rolling your eyes at me now, just wait until we get closer to Christmas. Oh yeah, talk about torn! Talk about wanting to just fly away and not have to deal with the craziness!

I grew up with a family suicide being a big part of what Halloween was about. It doesn’t haunt me or anything; we just didn’t ever go nutso about Halloween when I was little. Add to that living in the country (hence no trick-or-treaters) for my first 16 years, and maybe I am just not used to Halloween. We’ll see. I’m still mulling.

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This was the first year I’ve had to “do” Halloween. Last year, Prince Charming took Miss Muffet while I dealt with that brand-new babe. She refused to leave the house, and though she came home with a lot of candy (thanks to a certain aunt), it was easy. The year before that, she was too little to know the difference (only two years ago?).

Lucky for me, trick-or-treating was last night, and I got off pretty easily. (Translated: Miss Muffet believed me when I told her a full bucket was her fair share of the candy and then helped pass out what was left with Cousin Nell.)

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I’ve been reading Charlotte Mason a lot lately. In fact, I’m working through her six-volume set. For those of you who know what that means, yes, we are still considering homeschooling. I feel called, and that’s a difficult thing. I’ve been really struggling with God over that call, and what it means, and where we’re going, and what he has planned.

So, that said, I have no idea if we’ll be homeschooling. The oldest is three. I’ve been battling this since she was conceived, when I was accidentally exposed to homeschooling as something other than something only nut-job weirdos did. I am reminding myself that it’s not life or death.

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Babby came home yesterday, from preschool, with more candy than she got when we went out last night. To put that in full context, the school gave us this article about how, basically, candy and red dye and petroleum-based dyes are this awful onslaught against our children, blah blah blah, and then they send her home with about 20 pounds of said awful onslaught. The irony is hilarious…and a little maddening.

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We might go to the horse farm tomorrow. I’m so excited I might pee my pants. We went to the park today (out of a need, not by me, surprisingly!) to go somewhere, and when I stepped outside, I couldn’t believe the mild day and the beautiful sun and the fact that, of course, I forgot my camera.

It’s NOT Life or Death

I’ve hesitated to post my thoughts about this, but just the other afternoon, after catching up and running some things by a dear friend, I decided that if you, dear reader, have been around any length of time, then the things I fear don’t really matter. (Those fears? Well, here’s the short list: (a) you’ll think I’m crazy (I know, I know, I shouldn’t care what others think…), (b) I’ll get hate mail (hey, it’s happening all over the blogosphere, and I don’t need to be part of it, I really don’t), (c) that I’ll post here before I’ve talked with the other person whose opinion really does, in fact, matter – my dear, devoted husband’s.)

My interest in homeschooling started as a bit of an afterthought when I was only just pregnant with my now-three-year-old daughter. A friend of mine (the same one I was chatting with the other afternoon, in fact) was going through the transition and I saw the decision process a bit from the inside. I then discovered a yahoo group and subscribed.

And then, before I knew it, I was holding the world’s most amazing baby in my own arms.

In the last three years, I’ve done quite a bit of reading (though the complete works of Charlotte Mason await me, after Lent). I’ve explored different theories, and I’ve started reading some highly addictive blogs. I’ve found out that one of the things I feared – telling my family what “hare-brained” idea I had in mind for my child’s education – was nothing to fear at all, as everyone in my family has been supportive. I’ve gained confidence that I can do it. I have my husband’s full support (I suspect he’s itching to teach math, but that’s just a hunch). It seems that, on the eve of preschool, we’re all set to go. (Well, you know what I mean. The decision side of things is set to go!)

And then, as it turns out, I have to reconsider.

You see, my three-year-old has her own opinion. And she has a PASSION for attending school. I’ve spent plenty of time thinking this through – could I co-op with some other families and make it seem like school to her once or twice a week?

But no, she knows what “school” is, and she knows it happens at a place other than her house. She knows the school bus goes there, and she knows that THIS, in fact, is what she wants to do with her life.

My friends, how can I look at those big brown eyes – the same ones that are in the other face I fell for years ago – and say “No, honey, I’m very sorry, but school’s not for you, not for us, not going to happen”? Well, OK, I could. Because I have a mean mommy mentality sometimes.

But I’m not going to do it yet.

You see, in this discernment process (I don’t know what else to call it, and we do see our children’s educations as the most important role we play as parents – whether it’s math or faith or manners), I had a hugely helpful revelation: this decision is not life or death. It’s not the end of the world if my daughter goes to school; it’s not the end of the world if she stays home. It’s a decision that can change later – she can go to school now (or later, for that matter), and come home, or vice versa.

Realizing this – that this isn’t a matter of life or death – was a huge burden off my shoulders. In reading A Thomas Jefferson Education (which I reviewed briefly here), I was struck by the concept that my husband and I have discussed, though not with this clarity. Education is the responsibility of the person (as opposed to the parents or the school system) – it is our job as parents, adults, teachers to INSPIRE learning. I can do that whether Miss Muffet is going off every day to an adventure in a classroom or staying home with me.

I don’t know what we’ll ultimately decide. A couple of mornings a week won’t hurt anything, really. But then again, NOT going for those couple of mornings a week won’t hurt anything either. That’s the beauty (and the pain) of this decision.

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