Homeschool Week 17 | November 23 (Thanksgiving Week)

This was a short week, so let’s approach it with a walkthrough of one day…and my excuse for why it’s late!

I had intended to write about our short holiday week from the beach or maybe in the car as we traveled there. Plans changed, and I went with it. I’ll share more about my thoughts in a follow-up post, and stick to this particular week – or just one day of it – here. 

Monday morning, November 23rd

My sweet boy gets up and takes out the dogs and feeds his chickens. 

I sit down to review my blog post with fresh eyes, and he sneaks in a pile of books he places on the ottoman. I haven’t seen them yet. 

He sits on the couch, when I remind him that we both know he’s not a still and quiet boy. No matter how much he wants to “behave”, he’s just not that boy. He has a fast brain that doesn’t do quiet and still – and that’s (more than) okay!

I remind him that instead of trying to do something unnecessary that’s hard, don’t start with hard. Why don’t you go in your room where naturally being you won’t interfere with my sensitive brain while I need my focus?

He tells me that he has a stomach ache so he doesn’t feel like moving. I know the stillness will be short lived, and I’m aware this time that I’m close enough to being finished that I can divert my focus when needed. 

Moments later he’s scooted across the couch and stolen my blanket. He loves me, he says sweetly. “I’m going to read you The Missing Piece*, Press Here*, and The Giving Tree*.”  

I finish what I’m looking at and close my laptop. Fortunately I’m almost caught up and can embrace the moment without feeling stressed about what I’m setting aside. 

He reads all three books, rhythmically, in sing-song, to the tunes of other songs, adding in his silliness. He tells me when he thinks the sad parts may make me cry. He adds his commentary. He goes back and adds his thoughts or asks questions. He acts like he’s my dad during Press Here so I’ll participate in the role he has chosen for me. 

Then he asked me to set the books back on the ottoman and pick up our manga. We keep reading Death Note for an hour and a half until we’re so hungry we have to stop and make lunch. 

In a sensory seeking mood – likely for me knowing I have unfinished tasks and need to stay alert – we ask Alexa to play Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Book 5*.   We listen through preparing and eating lunch.  

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Myles pipes up, “can I do Khan Academy now?” 

I mentally prepare myself to be supportive through his impending frustration. 

If you can’t relate to dyscalculia, can you imagine loving to read but not being able to know what’s going on when you read it yourself?

We started the math section he hadn’t passed last week, and suddenly he got every answer right, almost instantly. The difference? I printed a number line, which had seemed to help last week when we wrote it out for each problem. 

We were shamed in school for needing tools. “They’re not always going to be there!…” *eye roll*

What is it proving to not use help? I learned how to fight my disability and stress myself out instead of getting it done as needed and then enjoying my life! Anyone relate?

He solved mixed addition and subtraction word problems, while talking to me about them, as I’m lightly scrolling on my phone to be present but not impatient.

“I’m pretty much undefeatable with this number line!” he proudly exclaims.

He was satisfied with completing one section so well, and told me he was going to practice his typing next. Proud and relieved for him, I accepted the win. No frustration on either part.

Seeing him making decisions and having confidence in his skills while getting the support he needs is exactly why we’ve chosen this path. Adapting until it works is truly the way I believe in. 

When he decided he was finished with typing, he moved on to CardLife, an “online multiplayer survival game set in a cardboard Science Fantasy world.”

I read to myself while he played, then I had to ask him to come along on an errand with me. We ended up finding a small disaster I needed to help my mom with, and Myles calmly listened to The BFG* on audiobook in the car until we were finished. Then we picked up our groceries and spent a little time cleaning up around the house before reading together again before bed.  

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The flow of this day was so nice. Not every day is so simple or accidentally full of the best things. Some days we fight against our needs, some days moods create barriers, sometimes we just have to do things we don’t want to do and it breaks up the flow of what we could otherwise allow to fall into place. 

This day was a good example of the lifestyle I aim to create. 

I prefer to create a structure that allows instead of restricts. If we set loose expectations based on our goals, and then we keep those in mind as we do what we want to do, we create a life we want to live while also ending up where we wanted to go…and the journey is so much better than when we feel like we’re failing to follow a rigid system correctly. 

I may repeat that in my next post, as I address how what I’ve learned to this point of blogging about our experiences and in our education journey is going to shape a slightly different focus – or highlight that focus more by directly acknowledging it.

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