As A Matter Of Fact
Anyone who really knows me knows that I am not a particularly religious person. More specifically I am a very undecided person who wants to believe in something but has very minute amounts of faith in anything and who makes a point in not pushing any particular set of beliefs on my children. However, being raised in a family who believes in God and Christianity, I have always celebrated Christmas (though the thought of celebrating Winter Solstice appeals more to me for some reason) with my family. I am not anti-spiritual by any stretch of the imagination. Though I may be a tad on the skeptical side of any form of organized religion. It is just like everything else in this world, to each his own. If you have strong faith I am glad for you. I wish we all could.
To the point... Savannah has declared, after being exposed briefly this past year to the concepts of Christmas and Chanukah, and the basic concept of each given from a fairly unbiased point of view, that she is Christian. I am impressed that she is so clear on the matter and don't encourage or discourage it either way. I accept that and am glad for her. She believes in heaven and angels and everything. I think for now I will just let her leave it at that. If she wants to know more about Christianity later that is her choice and I will find her whatever I can to help her learn more about it. She has to make that decision though, not me. So anyway...
So as I am standing in the bathroom brushing her tangled waist length hair a minute ago, we get to talking about birth marks. She used to have a strawberry birthmark in the center of her back between her shoulder blades when she was a baby. At the time I was very concerned about it and once felt very badly about it when she was a little baby and someone commented too loudly to someone else at their table across from us in a restaurant once and stared a little too long at her while she was in the high chair and totally hurt my feelings. As she has gotten older it has almost disappeared as it has stretched and all but faded away. If you didn't know it had been there you wouldn't notice it at all now. Not that it matters at all anyway. I never told her I was worried about it. It wasn't an issue. I only made mention to her that she had it and that it used to be much larger and darker red.
Out of the blue today she informed me that the red birthmark on her back was where she had angel wings before she was born. Sometimes my children say things like this regarding being angels before they were born and it shocks me. They don't blink an eye. It is as if they were telling you something you should already know. At times I have totally believed that they were absolutely sure of themselves and a fact is just a fact. It is an interesting explanation though, isn't it? She then went on to say that since Logan's birthmark was on the back of his head his wings must have been there. Then she giggled and went off to play.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 29, 2004 at 05:49 PM
Not Always Rainbows And Butterflies
I have this song on the brain for the last two days. It has been a rough week of waiting. Getting a big red check mark this week in "Does not play well with others" doesn't help either.
I have started walking in the evenings again. As I walked along last night there was a beautiful pink sunset in on one side of me and a grey cloud with a huge rainbow over it on the other side of me. I wonder if that means anything.
It is a good song though...
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don’t mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye
Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Please don’t try to hard to say goodbye
She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
Posted by gwendolyn on April 28, 2004 at 09:19 AM
Say Cheese
Hello. My name is Gwendolyn and I am unashamedly addicted to The OC and cheese.*
Happy now?
*Mr. Monkey comments that they are, in fact, one and the same.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 21, 2004 at 05:04 PM
What I Have Always Known
I am up, once again, in the wee hours of the night. Fueled by caffeine, a cool breeze, and the profound effect reading works by John Holt and John Taylor Gatto has on me. I realize, after any amount of trying to conform to someone else's ideals, that the reason I don't fit into this already highly controversial band of nonconformists is because unlike these other people who are already on the outskirts of the social norm and who are all in search of a better set of books, a better form of teaching, a better set of facts to feed to their children, I am in an even more controversial band of nonconformists that lies somewhere even beyond that band.
In times of self doubt and anxiety this is a real cause for panic for me. However, like tonight, during times of clarity and resolution, I am happy that I understand Unschooling's true agenda and now accept with a great deal of finality that this is what it is all about for us. There is an underlying and perfectly valid reason we continually fail to get any sort of curriculum under way. By doing so we kill everything we are fighting to promote and nurture.
I resolve to not let myself ever be influenced again by anything other than what I know is right in my heart and in my own head. I see it every day, the way natural learning takes place and how even I struggle daily not to twist it and turn it into something false and undermining for the sake of feeling I am doing my job or for providing some unknown oppressor with proof that education is taking place here.
It is so easy when you have been hit as a child to hit as a parent. It is as if instinctively you react the same way you were treated and then quickly try to justify it to make yourself feel better when you know it was completely wrong. It takes daily practice and patience and evaluation of my own actions and mistakes and how it shapes the relationships with my children to build that strength and break that cycle. It takes the same diligence to understand and trust my children and avoiding the pitfalls that squash that process in my children. It takes huge amounts of patience, courage and trust. It also takes a great deal of acceptance.
The reason I feel myself growing even more confident in my beliefs about children and learning is that I spend a great deal of time thinking about the different ways we approach learning versus teaching and what the outcome might be in the long run should I let them progress on their own as opposed to pushing them. I see very clearly now all of the ways that my children have been successful with unschooling that I hadn't considered since our homeschooling journey began.
Reading the observations John Holt writes about the children he spent so much time with makes me look at my own children with careful observation, it helps me realize where and when I need to be active and when I need to just let things take their course. I am learning so much about not getting in the way and it is proving to be right on the mark.
I see my oldest struggling to figure out what exactly it is he is supposed to be doing while I am on the sidelines sending him all kinds of confusing messages in the last few years about what exactly he should be doing with his time. No wonder he takes ten steps forward and then five steps back all of the time! I really have got to show him that I have every faith in him because I honestly do. You cannot straddle the fence on this. You either believe in them wholeheartedly or you don't. You either trust them as whole people or you don't. Other people's beliefs have influenced my confusion about what it is my role should be with my children during this whole process. Those that don't believe in child-led learning are quick to tell you that you need to take control of the situation and that you are going to fail them if you do not. I have let those people intimidate me in the past. That is my shortcoming, not his. It won't happen again.
Then I see my younger two who are living proof of everything I believe in because they are not restricted in any way by any curriculum or formal setting and they are two of the most curious and ambitious girls I know, amazingly enough because I have left them to their own agendas while trying to figure out what to do about my oldest.
I have not made the mistakes with them by spoiling their education with schooling. They are very much in charge and doing just fine. In fact, my four year old explained to everyone during breakfast this morning that when mommy says "Not literally" that she means "not really" which I found extremely interesting and then mentally patted myself on the back for never really rearranging how I word things to dumb them down. If I use words they don't know then I leave it up to them to decide how important the meaning is to them. If they want definitions I oblige, otherwise, I never even give it a thought. The fact that she felt the need to clarify it for anyone in the room she thought might not understand totally cracked me up.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 16, 2004 at 02:11 AM
Train Wreck
I am on the phone this morning between Cleveland Clinic's physicians billing department, my insurance company, and a collection agency trying to sort out why there is supposedly $7,151.09 pending insurance that the insurance doesn't know exists all while trying to keep it from being sent to collection because once it is sent to CBCS I cannot fight the charge anymore and am responsible for paying it.
What happens is the insurance company denies claims because while I was sitting in Hell I would be visited by at least a dozen doctors each day. All worried about different sections of my body, whichever section they happen to have a degree in. So each one makes his or her rounds and comes to stare at the big blob that is me and shake their head for ten minutes while I look miserable and am either trying to smile or trying not to cry, depending on the day and the amount of pain I am in while they are in my room. Then each one submits an average charge for around $185.00 for each time they stepped into my world. So the insurance company says that only one doctor is allowed to charge them each day. So I guess people who just have one organ malfunctioning are okay. They get their one specialty doctor per day and they are cool. It is the train wrecks like me who require nearly every department of the hospital each day that require the doctors to all stand around in the nurses station at the end of the day drawing straws to see which one gets to bill the insurance company for that day. Maybe they could have played Rock, Paper, Scissors if they couldn't find straws.
Think about that for a second. How fucked up is that concept?
So, when the insurance denies the multiple charges and the hospital is out for blood, I am ultimately the person responsible for paying the tab. Had I known that I would have picked which part of my body required the most urgent attention for the day and barred the rest of the doctors from coming in. I could have posted someone at my door to be the Doctor Nazi. "No money for you!"
Money is the root of all evil. Money and sugar. Money and sugar and doctors.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 14, 2004 at 10:48 AM
Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps
I am really itching to do some decorating in here. I feel that the whole large circle of moving to Ohio-not moving to Ohio-not even moving out of our apartment has kind of settled me back in here somewhat. Perhaps we won't be moving in August either. It really depends a lot on what is available then and how much money we don't really have to make that move. Here there is the whole thing when you rent a house of first and last month's rent plus deposit and then there is the cost of the actual move which Terry absosmurfly hates. So maybe we will just do our best to be happy. Focus on the positives and ignore the negatives for just awhile longer. I don't know for sure. It is only about two blocks from work. That is pretty spoiling.
So about the decorating. I have wonderful cute ideas for the girls room which involve removing the bottom bunk from their triple stacked twin bunk beds but leaving the height, making the underneath into a play area where their wooden table and chairs can sit and sewing curtains to hang from the bottom of the middle bunk to the floor and then tied back to the posts and then making matching top sheets for their beds and curtains for the window and pillow shams. Painting their walls and building corner shelving units to go around the openings to their double closets and an angled computer desk shelf unit to go between the two closet doors. then a shelf that would go across the tops of all three units to make an area above the two closets for stuff. Yeah I know, you have to be here to see what I mean to fully appreciate how brilliant the idea is. Really.
Also, I found yet another huge wooden framed mirror with a brushed metal look to hang above my bed on my red wall. Two brushed metal candlestick lamps on either side on top of the dressers with fluted ivory shades would look so very nice. However, the mirror is very expensive and if we bought it we could never ever move because I can't get him to want to move the one in the living room let alone one up two flights of stairs. I also need a smaller one for the dining room. I am considering painting the dining room some sort of yellow. Perhaps.
These days when I am feeling so creative and wanting to do huge projects are always snuffed out by the lack of pocket change laying around the house waiting to be spent on it.
Days like today make me have Cake on the brain.
You won’t admit you love me
And so, how am I ever to know
You only tell me
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
A million times I ask you, and then
I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t want to wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started
And I don’t want to wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
So if you really love me, say yes
But if you don’t dear, confess
And please don’t tell me
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
Fashion Nugget is good.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 13, 2004 at 10:52 AM
End Of Silence
Things have been all hush hush around here for the last few weeks. Let me tell you why. Long story short, we were going to be moving to Cincinnati and taking a job with a company up there where Terry has a good friend employed. It seemed like a doable thing. We were even looking at buying houses. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of living "in" Ohio and certainly was considering the idea of living in Indiana just because it is not Ohio and because the homeschooling laws kind of suck in Ohio but now I just don't have to even think about it anymore, because it is not going to happen.
So, even though I hate Westonzuelans and affordable houses only being in ghettos, and I really am Jonesing for real grass and Autumn, I am very relieved at the fact that our entire world is right side up again and we are not flying around like bats out of hell. In fact, even though we cannot stand our neighbors we have chosen to pull our thirty day notice here and just stick it out until the original lease is up in August and then have a plan ready and waiting for possibly living in a real house somewhere.
However, just when the relief sets in we start getting lots of letters in the mail stating that all of our credit card companies are raising our interest rate to 27.9%. So the next wave of panic has set in. It is par for the course around here. Nothing can ever just work in our favor. I am needing my own personal Jesus.
Posted by gwendolyn on April 06, 2004 at 09:08 AM