Earnest Echoes:We Are a Read Aloud Family.

Earnest Echoes:We Are a Read Aloud Family.

Originally published 10/25/2020

What is a read aloud family you ask? Just as it sounds, we read aloud together. Every morning as a part of our daily rhythm we read aloud while the kids do handicrafts. We have scripture reading then we read a chapter book. Last month was the Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum, this month we are reading The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis (of course to be followed by their very first viewing of The Chronicles of Narnia movie). They love read aloud time, in so much that they often request it goes longer or happens again later in the day. They even like the voices that I do, even though I feel silly, they only feel the magic of a character’s voice speaking to them.

I have always been a sucker for literature. I remember loving storytime in early elememtary grades, and with a sixth grade teacher who was obsessed with William Shakespeare (shout out to Mrs Matheson of Amherstburg Public School, you literally changed my life) I had read the entire works of Shakespeare by the time I was 13.

Every year at Christmas Little Women is a book I consume, and every January I follow Little Women with Jane Eyre. It is incredible how I can read these books over and over and I still cry in all the same places; marriages devistated on the alter, hidden secrets, and the death of a beloved. The aches from the first times my tears fell turning page after page ripples back up like an old friend that I had forgotten about until the sting of the words reveal the emotion again.

I love being read to; in full disclosure I have to admit that the last two years both of my favortie books listed previous have been read in audiobook form. No wonder I love sharing read aloud time with my children, I have it all the time for myself. While I fold laundry, wash the dishes, go for walks and even traveling – I am constantly being read to. This year is the 100th Anniversary of Agatha Christies’s Hercule Poirot and I am slowly making my way through the whole series. During the past COVID quarantine, I had been more on a self improvement book kick with an occasional “Agatha break” but as of June, I began The Mysterious Affair at Styles in honor of Poirot’s 100 years I have stuck to this egg-headed detective.

When I think of the adventures I have been on, the people I have met and the countries I have been. Through literature I have experienced life and death, marriages and ruin, love and loss; never having to leave the pages before me. I get so excited watching my children head out on those same adventures to the sound of my own voice. Reading aloud has been something we did informally all the time, but with home learning we now make it a part of our day. It is a daily family adventure that often leads to the hope of “just one more chapter before we start school.” We love it.

Dear Earnest Mom: A Letter to the Me Who Just Started Homeschooling.

Dear Earnest Mom: A Letter to the Me Who Just Started Homeschooling.

Dear Earnest Mom,

Five years ago, you were tired and overthinking. You’ve doubted all of your abilities. You were definitely holding a cup of coffee that went cold hours ago. You said “yes” to something both exciting and terrifying: homeschooling.

I see you. You are second guessing EVERYTHING. You are listening to those around you tell you things you actually believe. “Children need socialization.” “You can’t, you have a toddler.” “You do not have the space.” “It is expensive.” “I am worried they won’t learn.”

You feel the overwhelming need to have 100 printed worksheets. Little desks should be lined in row. This space definitely needs a chalkboard. You are imagining creating a mini public school in your home. You are planning schedule charts, you have thousands on pins on your newly minted “Home School” Pinterest Board. You need to school for 6-8 hours a day per kid. Plus, you need to do it perfectly.

Let me just stop you. Hold on to both your shoulders. I would look you straight in the eye. Then take a deep breath in; and exhale “mama, you do not have to do any of this.” Breathe in again, and exhale, “you are more capable than you know.”

Here is what I would tell you, if I could sit across from you at the dinner table. The soon to be home school table. If I could, I would pour you a fresh hot cup of coffee. Your amazing children would be playing to and fro. Their couch fort would collapse to the sound of their laughter.

  1. You DO NOT need to recreate school at home. Your children will learn. It may happen slowly, but that real learning often happens curled up on the couch, or reading aloud at the kitchen table. It happens in the kitchen, baking bread and talking fractions. Together you will learn taking walks in the gorge, visiting museums and delivering a kind card to a friend. Learning happens everywhere – do not let the idea of institutional school inspire what you need to do. You know your children, you love your children, you will teach them just the ways they need.
  2. You are allowed to go slow. There is NO “behind” in home school. There is ONLY your pace and your children – exactly where they are at. Some years will feel productive and done in ease. Others will feel like you are playing a game of Jumanji. Both count-remember learning happens everywhere.
  3. You will grow right alongside them. Home school is not just about shaping their minds. It is also shaping your heart. As you walk, the Lord as your lead, you will learn to let go and let God. You will learn to see where you lack, He gives the increase. You will gain the opportunity to know them deeply. This journey will be sacred, though not always smooth. You will learn with patience, humility, and the blessing of slowing down. You will mess up, but grace – sweet grace will meet you there every time.
  4. It’s okay to change things up. Best laid plans, and all that. That color coded calendar, printed out curriculum – it all could change by November. That routine that you planned so well, it could crumble with a stomach bug. You are not failing – you are using your wisdom. You will pivot things in prayer, trust your instincts, and learn to do what works for YOUR family.
  5. You do not have to do this alone. Find your people mama. Your community will carry you. It could be your bestie who has decided to home school too. It could be an encouraging mom from your local MomCo group. Perhaps it’s your sister who picks up every time you call. You were never meant to carry this by yourself, you were called for more.
  6. Fruit takes time mama, be patient. There will be days, SO MANY DAYS when it feels like nothing is sticking. You will wondering if anything that you do matters. You’ll worry they are not learning anything. Then, one day, you’ll hear them explain something you taught them, or a prayer you prayed with them. You will receive compliments of how mature they are. They carry conversations with adults easily. Their respectfulness shows in their top-notch manners! Then, right then, you will see it. The fruit. Lovely. Quiet. Steady. Beautiful.

So, breathe deep mama. You don’t need to have it all worked out today. God’s mercies will be new again tomorrow morning. There will be coffee and the read-alouds. The mess and the wonder will be there too.

You’ve got this — not because you’re perfect, but because you’re called. One Earnest MOMent at a time.

With love and grace, Earnest Mom. (Just a touch greyer, a bit softer, and still in awe of this wild, holy home school life).

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The Hands of a Parent

The Hands of a Parent

Recently, I was walking with my 7-year-old, hand in hand.  As I was getting us from our parking spot to our destination I started to think about the action of our hands in parenting.  Our hands are essential in the process of raising children, from birth until they move out—they remain involved throughout our parenting journey.

Breaking it down into ages and development levels, our parenting approaches can be hands on or hand off if we choose.  From helping hands to cheering hands, let’s explore how we HAND-le parenting our little humans.

Helping Hands start from birth, your baby is born and right into your hands when they arrive.  When holding a baby, they are completely and beautifully dependent on us.  From holding bottles or breast, diapers or burp cloths, baby’s contact is holding hands all through those early formative months.  We stroke a cheek, wipe a bottom and lift to hold them heart to heart with us in comfort and love.  Cradling and holding are so intimate and build the parent-child deep connections in their growing brains.

The next stage is Hand Over Hand.  Baby begins to crawl and toddle, causing us to follow closely and help them to learn the safety and dangers of the world around them, keeping our hands over their hands.  Leading them directly by touch and our words we teach them as they explore their surroundings. 

The third stage is Holding Hands.  Just as I was earlier with my little guy, holding hands allows us to be side by side with our child.  We are holding to one hand, still guiding and leading but also allowing them to lead in small spurts as well.  We are still tethered to them hand in hand so when they misread safety signals, we are still there to stop to prevent danger but still a bit more freedom.  I love the image of side by side, next to one another, still intimate yet slightly more independent.

By the fourth stage we find ourselves with Guiding Hands.  We have led and shown over and over, creating neural pathways of routine, expectations and a life of relationships, working and playing.  As we guide our children, we gradually let go, and they may push us away a bit.  They will begin the stages of, “You do not have to walk me to the bus anymore, just watch from the porch,” or “Please do not hug me in front of my friends.”  We are quite hands off here, but we are close enough that when we may need to catch them, hold them or show them a safe way – we still can.

Parenting in the next stage is Waving Hands.  We are on the sidelines, allowing harmless mistakes where we can still scaffold and advise before leaving home.  We are coaching, up until now we have helped them develop an array of tools to use when facing life, but they are still in our home, so we can still come together and review and give help on an ongoing basis.  I always remind my children in the younger years, there is nothing they can do to make me love them less – nothing.  Building a foundation of trust knowing they can come to me with anything at all.  As we watch our children at this age, almost adult, we will get glimpses of the man or woman they are becoming and yet we can still offer tips and coaching as they grow – waving to remind them “I am here!”

The final stage is Cheering Hands.  Here our children are leaving home, finding their own path and growing their own family.  A parent’s role continues throughout their life, but during this period, they can observe and support from the sidelines – get ready to cheer!  Cheer them through post-secondary education or into careers, starting a family and becoming the man or woman they were called to be.  As a child, I remember my games, plays, and presentations at school, with two working parents, my grandparents were always in the audience – cheering me, they were also cheering my parents.  Celebration happens so much in adult milestones, graduations, job offers, big moves, showers, weddings, etc.  This is a time where parents get to celebrate and watch the hard work of those early blurry days pan out before their eyes.

Our hands play such an important role in parenting, and it is essential for children to rely on them. Whether it is the touch of a baby’s bitty fingers, holding hands while crossing a street, or applauding in support, our hands contribute significantly to our children’s development. In my indigenous culture, it is believed that every action has an impact for the next seven generations, which highlights the long-term role of parental actions – our hands.  You mama, you will be known by your 5-times-great-grandchild by what your hands do today.  How beautiful.