(The above picture is completely irrelevant to the below post.)
So, it is my personal belief that one has to be a bit of a narcissist to write a blog. Luckily for you all, I just happen to be one! (Just kidding. I think. I hope.) In all honesty, the reason I am writing this is to fill the current unschooling Orthodox void in blogdom. If that’s not a niche, I don’t know what is.
When I first began researching unschooling, after hitting that ten foot thick brick wall of learning with my eldest who, I am positive, used to like me before all this started, I found many resources and much advice. Problem was, nearly all this advice came from secular sources. Which made me wonder, can I do this, as a Christian? As an Orthodox Christian? Is it possible to walk this road with young Orthodox children and finish with devout, disciplined Orthodox adults? Because if it wasn’t, I wasn’t going to do it. That goes without saying. And typing. But I typed it anyway. I’m a rebel, obvi. A crazy, unschooling rebel. Run, run now.
Anyway, God, in His great, unlimited kindness to me, brought a wonderful, wonderful (I’m excellent at using original adjectives) unschooling Catholic family into my life. WIthout writing a novel, which I would never do because I’m uncommonly succinct and never, never go off on long tangents like this one, I’ll give you the deets you want so desperately:
Their kids, all 7(!) of them are:
- and, more importantly, which is why I made it no 2 instead of no 1, they are the most devout young people I’ve ever met.
They were the springboard I needed. And so, after meeting one family, I changed my entire way of life.
No, that’s not what happened.
But, they were my first big influence. I have had many since then and, because I am nothing if not organized, I will post those links in another post.
This family had something I wanted. Something I felt I had lost somewhat, or maybe, at least, might be in the process of losing. An intimacy that we, as a family, had cherished once but which had seemed to be evaporating once the kids hit that all important age of 4 and had to start wearing ties and filling out IRS documents. The parents of these kids were so…happy. So relaxed. So, for want of a better word, chill. And the kids! Well behaved, happy as well, peaceful, and, like I said, smart. Did I say they were smart? Because they were, and are, as far as I know, Smart. (Intelligence is not important to me at all.)
Okay, wrap it up! Wrap it up! So, before I suck alllll the battery out of your computer, I’ll tell you what you are all on pins and needles (p and n’s people) about. I tried it. It worked. My kids are prodigy’s. All four of them. Even the 6 month old. And saints. Saints too. Of course.
That might be a beet extreme. But we are better.
So here it is; all my well tested, always successful, never a bad day expertise. (LOL). I am actually a baby at all this (whyyyy can’t I use emoji’s on here? A baby emoji face needs to be Right. Here.). But, I do believe in it. I believe passionately in it. And I have been blessed by it. So blessed. Cups overflowing kind of blessed.
I hope you enjoy sharing our journey.