Friday, April 20, 2012

On the selfishness of homeschooling: Myth busting



Look at this selfish kid selfishly enjoying learning about physics outside a classroom. How rude.
I've heard a lot of objections to the practice of homeschooling or unschooling, and I'd like to address one here: the idea that it's selfish to keep your kids out of the public school system. (Of course, people can — and do — say this to parents who choose private or alternative schools as well.)

At face value, this is a nice, guilt-inducing train of thought for those of us who believe quite avidly in offering public schooling to society at large but who, for whatever reason, do not want our children participating in it. But let's break it down to explore what it's really saying, and the questionable thinking behind these seven popular myths.

Myth #1: If all the good parents abandon public schooling, public schooling can't improve.

Ok, I see what people are saying here. We home educators, it is thought, are the passionate, idea-driven ones. We're also, prima facie, the ones with time on our hands. Shouldn't we be driving the revolution?

Well, here are a few problems with that line of thinking, right off the top of my head. One: It's racist and classist. Oh, yeah, I said it. How come homeschoolers are the "good" parents in this argument? Does this make people who do use the public school system the "bad" parents? Because, um, that's almost all the parents. And I have to imagine that very few of them are bad. More on racism in a bit, but you can see where classism fits in: Working parents are much more likely to send their kids to schools than families with one or more stay-at-home parents. Are all working parents morally inferior for doing so? Of course not. And even the people making that argument know that, because for the most part, they're people who are sending (or intending to send) their kids to public schools.


Kablooey! Oops, we blew up your whole structure of education. Our bad.
Secondly, this argument trashes public schools. I'm not in the business of saying public schools are bad, just that formalized education itself has many problems. I see where people might be confused by my argument here, but let me elucidate. I went to public schools, kindergarten through high school. I had mostly wonderful teachers, and I got a good education. I'm actually against the whole philosophy of cookie-cutter, factory-inspired education. Not individual public schools, not individual teachers — the whole idea of it all. How on earth can I "improve" public schools? I want to take a sledgehammer to the concept of schooling. Do I wish kids were tested less and had more recess? Oh, yes. But that's just scraping the surface. And more on that later, as well.

Also? Homeschooled students make up something like 2.9% of the U.S. school-age population. Big, flipping deal. I can't emphasize enough: Most children are going to public schools. This will always be true. How is our rebellious 2.9% funneled back into schools going to fundamentally change things? Answer: It won't. (And more on that later, too.)

Plus, and I have mixed feelings about this, most homeschoolers are white, middle class, financially well off, and religiously fervent. You know where people like that send their kids when homeschooling's not an option? Private schools.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Holding My Child's Hand at SortaCrunchy

holding handsDionna of Code Name: Mama has written a touching post at SortaCrunchy about empathizing and offering comfort to our children, at every age.

Bonus? You can sample another poem from my book, Poetry of a Hobo Mama: The First Three Years: "How to love one whose heart is breaking."

Please go to SortaCrunchy to share in Dionna's post about honoring a child's newfound fear of the dark, and then head over to my giveaway post to win one of SEVEN copies of my poetry book!

When you are a young man
and your heart is first broken,


Will we cut you off
from our exalted positions?
We who know of all the greater heartache
that is to come.

Read more »

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: Sunny cloudy day

I've been in a kind of funk the last several days. Just ask Mikko, who has repeatedly reminded me to stop yelling at him. Sigh. He also likes to point out that everyone makes mistakes. I think, in this case, he's saying the "everyone" is me.

But yesterday took a turn for the better. It started with flowers, progressed to geese and chickens and other assorted farm animals, sailed through chatting with another (random) family over dinner, and truly got rocking at, of all places, Chuck E. Cheese. Usually going to Chuck E. Cheese makes me as happy as when I hit my funnybone, but darned if we didn't have a good time, Mikko and I (with Alrik along for the ride).

I didn't take pictures of the whole day, but I did get a few phone shots of the middle, scenic portion. The part at Flower World, with ducks and all.

Flower World pushing cart

boy in rain jacket walking ahead on gravel path by pond

boy watching fountain on pond — flower world

Monday, April 16, 2012

Giveaway: Poetry of a Hobo Mama - 7 Winners! {4.30; Worldwide} — CLOSED


This is a group giveaway with Hobo Mama, Living Peacefully With Children, Authentic Parenting, Up, Down & Natural, Code Name: Mama, Positive Parenting Connection, and I Thought I Knew Mama. I'm cross-posting it here on Hobo Mama Reviews as well. Please enter at one site only. Find the section marked "Win it!" for the mandatory entry and optional bonus entries.

Poetry of a Hobo Mama: The First Three Years, by Lauren WayneIn honor of April's National Poetry Month, I am so pleased to offer a giveaway of SEVEN copies of my poetry book, Poetry of a Hobo Mama: The First Three Years. Each copy retails for $11.99, so the combined value of this giveaway is $72!

Poetry of a Hobo Mama is a collection of poems inspired by the initial three years of parenting my firstborn son, Mikko.

About the book

I sling my baby like a bindle on my back,
tramping along the tracks
countless feet have worn before.

Poetry of a Hobo Mama contains three years' worth of parenting poetry, written from the time my husband, Sam, and I were preparing for Mikko, through watching him grow to three years old. I've intentionally included poems that speak of our natural parenting journey — breastfeeding, the family bed, elimination communication, and natural birth among them.

The book is a combination of free verse and more traditional poetry forms, and the topics and tone run through all the variations I felt when writing them: the grief of miscarriage, the anticipation of trying to conceive, the upheaval of the newborn months, the joy of parenting, and the balance of motherhood with personal passion.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sunday Surf: Head in blankets

walking along beach father and son
Walking along the beach.
How I want to feel.
Welcome to the Sunday Surf, a tour of the best blogposts I've read throughout the week.

I know this is posting super late. For no good reason, I've been feeling pretty ragged the last few days. Well, there's working on taxes, and spending long hours inefficiently running errands with both kids alone, and my computer acting up because it thinks I have too many windows open, but nothing dramatic. I then stayed up till 4 a.m. working on some bloggy stuff and therefore told myself I really needed a day I could just stay in bed with my jammies on and the blankets over my head.

And then I remembered I still hadn't put up Sunday Surf. And I was planning to garden today. And prepare my post for tomorrow, too. And finish up taxes. And spend hours playing with my kids. (That last one actually happened.)

So you know? A couple hours ago, I slipped away upstairs … and pulled the covers over my head. I'm not even apologizing, just proclaiming.

Sometimes you need a day where you never get out of your jammies and do nothing you thought you were going to.

Quick and dirty and belated, some reading for you:



This short film will bring a smile to your face. Take 10 minutes to watch and enjoy when you need a pick-me-up (like on one of those blanket-over-the-head days):
9-year-old's DIY cardboard arcade

Caine's Arcade from Nirvan Mullick on Vimeo.

It's so unschooling!



Poetry of a Hobo Mama:

I'm so excited — tomorrow I'm posting a group giveaway for SEVEN COPIES of my poetry book, along with reviews from six fabulous bloggers. Squee! Stay tuned, and enter to win.

You can also check out the five 5-star reviews I now have on Amazon! Yea!

From LaurenWayne.com:


Sunday Surf: Babies, BlogHer, & the cost of blogging

Links to share, from Writing Tidbits.

Throws vs. throes

The copy editor is in.
Gmail Tap for Android
I just have to share one of Google's videos this year.