<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:11:59.594-08:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='empowerment'/><category term='restrictions'/><category term='paradigm'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='rules'/><category term='education'/><category term='visualization'/><category term='unparenting'/><category term='goodness'/><category term='choice'/><category term='boundaries'/><category term='children'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='connection'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='food'/><category term='radical unschooling'/><category term='unschooling'/><category term='joy'/><title type='text'>Mama. Undone.</title><subtitle type='html'>The Radical Unschooling of it all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-6086922098417922617</id><published>2008-06-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:18:19.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical unschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Staying Up All Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_d1qq_K_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gN52Fw1wQvI/s1600-h/sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_d1qq_K_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gN52Fw1wQvI/s320/sunlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210627207948348402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I went out on a limb and tried to explain to a friend about our "coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; around week"... and I realized that it is exactly the sort of thing that makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; people think that RU is not for them.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I thought it was worth addressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent a considerable amount of time trying to keep my family on a consistent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sleep/wake schedule. Not a conventional one, perhaps, but I definitely had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; window of time where I thought: we should go to sleep during this time period.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And a window for when everyone should be waking up. This ended up with a lot of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stress for me, and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So I let it go. Totally. We sleep when we sleep. And the most interesting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pattern has evolved: one week out of every month, we switch night and day, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we are staying up all night and going to sleep a bit later each day. And then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; after that week, we're sleeping at night again. Dh and I call it "coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; around." My kids just call it staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all sleeping at least 8 hours (me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and up to 11 or 12 hours (the kids.) I'm actually getting way more sleep now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; How it works is that every night, bedtime is a little later than the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; before. So we have one week of getting up early, going to be early. And then the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; next week of the "perfect schedule" I tried so hard to make the ONLY schedule -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; going to bed around midnight and getting up late morning. And then we have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; week where it's getting later and later, and we're up until 2, 3, 4 in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; morning. By the following week, we're staying up past dawn, then to noon, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; then to the late afternoon. And then that brings us back around (hence "coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; around") to the first week w here we are up at 6 AM. And so on. It was so strange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to find that this is how it is. It's like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; revolution. (As in something that revolves, not a coup!) There is no way I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; could have orchestrated it&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; For that one week where it is TOTALLY flipped, playgroups are hard to get to, if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; not impossible. The rest of the month we live what looks like a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is very much something that other families would look at and think that it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was absurd, ridiculous, impossible, wrong, too much work, too much laziness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; whatever... but it is apparently what works for us.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wanted to share it because I spent so much time resisting it, trying to make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; something else work, and it was awful. I was in tears a lot, of frustration,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; exhaustion, resentment. But I thought that I would find "peace" and "rest" when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I figured out how to make the schedule I was trying to maintain work on a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; permanent basis. We've "come around" in the past and it's always been in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; desperation because it was the Only Thing that Worked. But I felt that if I were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; doing things right in the first place, it wouldn't be necessary. So it had that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; feeling of failure attached.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I let go of all of that, and from then on we just followed our happiness. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stopped saying "It's time for bed!" and stopped placing expectations on myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the children. I threw away the guilt and worry and shame and frustration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Now we bake brownies at 4 AM if that's what happens. And sometimes we are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; getting up at 6 AM and having a normal day like normal people. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The reason I wanted to share this isn't to say that everyone should have this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; same kind of kooky schedule that doesn't make any sense.  I wanted to share&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it because what I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thought&lt;/span&gt; I wanted was not what I wanted. What I truly wanted was for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; us all to be well-rested and living in joy. Finally, after YEARS of struggling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with how I thought that was supposed to happen, I released control on it, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; what worked out was EXACTLY what everyone needed. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As my kids get older, this all might change. These nights of staying up until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dawn might be just a memory. But for right now, it's our reality, and it's what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; works for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone to take whatever it is that they are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; struggling with the most, and just Let It Go. Release it. Stop fighting... and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; think you will be so unbelievably blessed by the results. Joy follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-6086922098417922617?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6086922098417922617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=6086922098417922617' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6086922098417922617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6086922098417922617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/06/staying-up-all-night.html' title='Staying Up All Night'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_d1qq_K_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/gN52Fw1wQvI/s72-c/sunlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-6185703934948160747</id><published>2008-06-11T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:17:19.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><title type='text'>No More Rules!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_aD9ZEdOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9bryWU9n5no/s1600-h/ChildinJail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_aD9ZEdOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9bryWU9n5no/s320/ChildinJail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210623055445128418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interesting development here... the "No Rules" episode of Gullah Gullah island came on again last night. I described the show here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-without-rules.html"&gt;http://undonemama. blogspot. com/2008/ 04/world- without-rules. html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - long story short, the parents agree to do away with the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Watching it, Mermaid says, "Mom, they don't have any more rules, and no more chores! That would be GREAT!" - very excited. She then asked me if we could get rid of the rules and chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I blinked at her for a second, because for the life of me, I couldn't think of a single rule they have to follow or chore they have to do. So obviously, she's doing some sort of play-acting, and I should just play along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But then I started thinking, that maybe there's more to it than just pretending.. . for the past few days, I've been suggesting that she clean her room before going outside to play. Not even all the way clean, "just pick up the Polly Pockets." Which she hasn't done, and I didn't enforce. She did go up and shove all the Polly Pockets under the bed though, and then come down and tell me she'd done it. That should have told me what was going on right there. She has bargained with me, she held up two fingers and she said, "This one is clean-up-room- then-go-outside and this one is mess-up-room- and-go-outside. " And then the latter shoved the former out of the picture and was the only one left, victorious. It was a great visual aid! LOL I wasn't enforcing it, but I did get a bit naggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So. Anyway. Obviously my husband and I were feeling like we had a "no rules" situation already. And obviously she was feeling like there was definitely some top-down directive going on. So we talked about rules a bit, and I told her "Sure, no more rules!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There have been a couple of times already where Mermaid has said to me, "Remember, you said no rules." One was when I said, "If you're going outside, I need to brush your hair." So she said, "No rules, Mommy!" and I had to pause... it was something I'd honestly never thought about (and I'm not a stickler for brushed hair, but the other day they went out straggly and then their friend's mom brushed their hair and put it in ponytails. I was mortified.) But obviously it was "bossy" of me. So I said, "Okay, I don't have to brush your hair, but if you want it brushed, please let me do it and not B's mom." And she said, "Okay, I'll get the brush," and was quite amenable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It has been interesting, that just in the last five hours there have been occasions where I didn't even register that I was "ruling".... but the children perceived it that way. Pretty eye-opening night here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-6185703934948160747?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6185703934948160747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=6185703934948160747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6185703934948160747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6185703934948160747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-rules.html' title='No More Rules!!'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SE_aD9ZEdOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9bryWU9n5no/s72-c/ChildinJail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-5245081680934768629</id><published>2008-04-30T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:56:09.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empowerment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><title type='text'>Choosing Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkSRlZnHDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jktKUuVgDXw/s1600-h/PassionCompassion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkSRlZnHDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jktKUuVgDXw/s320/PassionCompassion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195203738455186482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I was feeling irritable and frustrated, and I snapped at my daughter, who was already not pleased. She looked at me, upset, with tears in her eyes, and said, "Mama, you choosed angry, and now I'm choosing sad!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow. Once again, this small child pulls everything into perspective - cuts to the heart of the matter with an insight, clarity, and honesty that astounds me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes: I was choosing to feel anger. And in response, she was choosing to feel sad. I had a choice in how I responded to the circumstances. I had a choice in what I thought, and in what thoughts I accepted as valid and which I rejected. I had a choice in what I did with what I decided to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find my children's shoes, can I still choose to feel joy? If I am tired, does that mean that my only option is to feel miserable? If I am nursing the baby, and my toddler is on the counter putting rice in the sugar, and sugar in the rice AGAIN - is my only recourse to feel awful, and to blame him for it? If I my preschooler tells me, "No!" do I have to feel anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mainstream parenting says that children are responsible for their parents emotions ("If you didn't jump on the couch, I wouldn't be angry at you! You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; me mad! Why do you do that? Stop making me get angry with you!") This idea - that other people cause our emotions, and have a responsibility for how we feel - is pervasive in our society. He made me cry. She makes him happy. You made me sad. He made his boss angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the matter is that no one can MAKE you feel anything. They do not possess a magical control over your emotions. Their behavior can influence us, often it triggers pre-set responses (either from habit, or from deep beliefs that a certain situation calls for a certain reaction.) But no one controls our emotions. My children do not force me to be angry. They do not force me to feel irritable or overwhelmed. These are things that I CHOOSE to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We who lived in concentration                     camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting                     others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have                     been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that                     everything can be taken away from a man but one thing: the                     last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in                     any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-- Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;One of the greatest, most fully empowering realizations that a person can have is that we alone decide how we feel, and that joy is a choice that is available to each of us no matter what the circumstances. We can choose compassion. We can choose peace. We can choose connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I choosed angry. And now I'm choosing grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-5245081680934768629?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5245081680934768629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=5245081680934768629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/5245081680934768629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/5245081680934768629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/04/choosing-joy.html' title='Choosing Joy'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkSRlZnHDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jktKUuVgDXw/s72-c/PassionCompassion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-472154701636472564</id><published>2008-04-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:50:28.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical unschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Radical Unschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To begin at the beginning, a very good place to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unschooling means many things to many people. If you take a hundred unschooling families, and asked them to define "unschooling" you would find yourself with 100 answers. This is mostly due to the very nature of unschooling, which is that it is a highly individual, life-based approach to learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On it's most basic level, unschooling is a form of homeschooling that is based on the belief that children learn naturally: they are able to learn what they need to know without interference, and, in fact, that they learn best when they are not hindered. It is a trust in a child's ability to learn. Unschoolers do not rely on scope-and-sequence, curriculums, lectures, worksheets, schedules, timetables, and tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some "relaxed homeschoolers" unschool certain subjects. For instance, they use a curriculum to actively teach reading and math, but allow the children to freely explore all other subjects according to their interest. Many unschooling purists don't consider this to be true unschooling, but I put it out there since some families choose the unschooling label for this type of approach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Others are full academic unschoolers, who do not actively instruct the child in any "subject." The role of the parent is seen as vastly different from that of a schoolteacher, whose primary goal is to get 20+ restless students to focus and to show a modicum of understanding of something that perhaps only a few are interested in learning in the first place. The unschooling family has a tremendous luxury in being able to allow each member to seek their own passions. The parent acts as facilitator, providing the child with opportunity, resources, encouragement, freedom, and security. The parent deeply trusts that the child can and will learn, and that the goal is to nourish a love of learning that will last a lifetime, rather than a child who can perform well on tests, but is disenchanted with learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Radical Unschooling is much the same, except that the trust is taken past academics/education, and is extended to all of life. RU families do not enforce routines such as bedtimes, and trust that their child can and will learn the social and moral facets of the larger society. Connection is held to be more valuable in these families than compliance, communication more than coercion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our family, we trust that children learn. It is what they were born to do. Children have an innate desire to be a functioning part of society and to experience meaning in their lives. Just as they learned to walk, not because of any teaching but because they were driven to do so, children learn all that they need, as they need it, in the way that they need. As a Radical Unschooling family, we find that children  will learn all sorts of things without coloring workbook sheets, without coercion, without lecture. Manners. Sharing. Compassion. Cooking. Math. Spanish. Learning is something that happens every moment of every day, and we don't just encourage it, we celebrate it. We rejoice in it. We positively revel in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-472154701636472564?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/472154701636472564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=472154701636472564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/472154701636472564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/472154701636472564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-mama.html' title='Radical Unschooling'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-6565468871154953675</id><published>2008-04-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:00:15.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restrictions'/><title type='text'>A World Without Rules...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SB6-cVZnHPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DmVo_ywd2O8/s1600-h/schoolteacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SB6-cVZnHPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DmVo_ywd2O8/s320/schoolteacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196800414022311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were watching Gullah Gullah Island last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the theme was No Rules - the kids complained about having so many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; rules, and said they didn't want any anymore. The adults agreed to get rid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; all the rules - no longer would the kids have to follow any rules at all. So the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; kids are quite predictably excited, saying, "This is gonna be GREAT!" and the parents look at each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; knowingly, since the kids are obviously going to learn a lesson about "why we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; have rules."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are now allowed to run in the house, stay up late, sleep downstairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wear makeup, have brownies for dinner, eat as much candy as they want, have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ir pet in the house (Binyah Binyah, a giant polliwog.) And naturally... the kids eat too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; much candy and get sick to their stomachs, the girl wants to watch TV while the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; boys are trying to sleep, the kids won't share. They are sick, getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hurt, and fighting. Chaos. Mayhem. The very picture of ANARCHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea they were promoting was that without rules,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; being enforced by adults - authority figures who "know better" -  no one would have any sense of when to stop eating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; how to get along with others, or how to be safe. At the end of the show, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; visiting boy says, "I'm calling my mother, I want to go home! I don't care how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; many chores I have to do, I want the rules back!" And then the parents swoop in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with their gentle, "Now do you see why we have rules?" And they sing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; about how great rules are because they make sure we are healthy and safe and considerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of others.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always had these rules&lt;/span&gt;, and were suddenly released of them in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; day. So they went overboard, and pushed their own boundaries... part of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; process of finding out what their own personal limits ARE. And they got sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And they got hurt. And they got into arguments. The obvious conclusion to me is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that boy who ate too many jelly beans learned a valuable lesson about how many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; jelly beans he can handle in one sitting. The kids learned that if they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; inconsiderate, their brother/friends will be angry or hurt. Eventually these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; children would find balance. I mean, if these kids are feeling this way they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; probably are trying to sneak cookies before dinner. And if rules are the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thing keeping the kids from fighting all the time, then they really aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; learning anything about getting along and loving one another and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; consideration or compassion. It might "keep the peace" but it doesn't TEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; anything. The people writing the show obviously are totally blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to this, and felt really pleased about helping children to "understand why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; there are rules" - a concept that children don't have the experience to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; appreciate. When in fact its the adults' perspective that is narrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lesson I learned from this Gullah Gullah episode? Children who are expected to follow "rules" and adult-imposed limitations do not develop any sense of judgment or internal control. They learn only to be considerate of one another because there will be some consequence. They do not learn to gauge safety effectively. They do not learn to set their own boundaries, to negotiate, to take others into consideration. They do not learn to be functioning adults in an autonomous, peaceful society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does it say about society that we don't want them to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so, Binyah Binyah. Say it ain't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. &lt;a href="http://s75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/leanne387/?action=view&amp;amp;current=binah1uq.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i301/leanne387/binah1uq.gif" alt="binyah binyah" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-6565468871154953675?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6565468871154953675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=6565468871154953675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6565468871154953675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/6565468871154953675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-without-rules.html' title='A World Without Rules...'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SB6-cVZnHPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DmVo_ywd2O8/s72-c/schoolteacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-8063873939818174847</id><published>2008-03-26T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:19:24.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>Nice Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkhWVZnHGI/AAAAAAAAADM/CxSu7zUQmH0/s1600-h/night-sky-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkhWVZnHGI/AAAAAAAAADM/CxSu7zUQmH0/s320/night-sky-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195220312733981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight, after 3 AM I was at my limit - the kids were still awake, baby was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; starting to wake up, and I was SO tired.  Fairy started to complain about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; something, and I snapped, "Nice Mommy is gone!" when she started to repeat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; herself, I cut her off and repeated very angrily that "Nice Mommy" wasn't there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; anymore. Not a shining moment for mama.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; As I was sitting there, trying to get fussy baby to nurse to sleep, feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tears of frustration and fatigue and resentment and remorse, I felt a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hand on my arm. I thought it was my toddler trying to get my to lie down so he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; could hold my hair, but then I realized it was Mermaid, reaching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; across him. She was stroking my arm gently, and I patted her hand. Then she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; said... so very tender and so very calm:"Mommy, you're only you. There's no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; other one. And you're nice. You're happy." (Happy being a state of being, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; character trait, rather than necessarily an emotion, for my kids. The "good"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; character in a movie is "happy" in their lingo.)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was floored. Awed by how wise this little person can be. And how utterly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; compassionate. It felt holy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-8063873939818174847?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8063873939818174847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=8063873939818174847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/8063873939818174847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/8063873939818174847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-mommy.html' title='Nice Mommy'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkhWVZnHGI/AAAAAAAAADM/CxSu7zUQmH0/s72-c/night-sky-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-171159087108602880</id><published>2008-02-26T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:36:10.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restrictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Truth About Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkcU1ZnHFI/AAAAAAAAADE/oQplbgjBsec/s1600-h/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkcU1ZnHFI/AAAAAAAAADE/oQplbgjBsec/s320/sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195214789406039122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/humanbody/truthaboutfood/kids/"&gt;Truth About Food&lt;/a&gt; on Discovery Health channel last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They do a series of informal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; experiments to test theories about food, as well as have experts comment.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; At any rate, one of the things they tested was how do kids react to food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; restrictions - for instance, rationing a "treat" food. They took a classroom of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 5 yos, and had them taste test dried mango and raisins, and the kids rated them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It was pretty even between the two foods, they were equally liked by the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; children.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Then the teacher said that when she blew the snack whistle, they could have as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; many mangoes as they wanted, but were *not to touch the raisins* until/unless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; she blew the "raisin whistle." The first day the children didn't seem to make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; too much of a fuss about the raisins, although it was clear they were looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; forward to it. By the next day, they attacked the raisins. Each day they became&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; more and more frantic to get to the raisins, to get their fill of them, to make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sure no one else got more... by the 10th day they were knocking each other out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of the way, shoveling them in by the handful... it was an amazing change in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dynamic from the first day. And when asked which they preferred, every one in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the class said without hesitation, "Raisins!" Except one adorable little girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; who said, "You know, I find I quite prefer the mangoes" and it was like she KNEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; she was supposed to like the raisins better and was an anomaly. Dr Oz's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; conclusion was, Don't keep treats in the house,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and then restrict them, because then you focus the child's attention on that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; food and make it something far more desirable than it might have been.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a couple other "kids and food" things, as well. One experiment showed that kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; will NOT necessarily stop eating when they're full (the kids in the study&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; weren't from CL families, which I'm sure has an effect)... BUT that was when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; someone else was doling out portions, and they concluded that *if you allow the child to serve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; themselves* they generally will get very close to the exact appropriate serving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; size.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was the sugar-makes-kids-hyper idea, and of course that was shown to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; be a clear myth. Sugar may not be good for us, but it doesn't cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hyperactivity. The kids were calmer and more focused on the day they had tons of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sugar (I mean, these kids were turned loose on sweets, and were putting sugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cubes in Sprite!)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The way the experiment was set up in the show (and as I said, these were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; fairly informal - more for illustrative than scientific purposes)... the parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; thought the kids got non-sugar food at the first party, where they actually got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; as much sugar as they wanted, and the next day they thought they were getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the sugar when in reality they had only sugar-free food. So the parental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; expectation could have played in that outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Also at the first (sugary) party they had arts and crafts and calmly led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; activities... at the second (sugar-free) party they had this magician guy who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; was REALLY exciting and enthusiastic, and by the time he got the kids all riled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; up they were falling down, running around, and throwing food. I think the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; implication was that the overstimulation had more to do with it than the sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just very interesting, some things are taken as "proven fact" - such as the sugar=hyperactivity connection - when in fact they are not proven at all. And yet the ideas persist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-171159087108602880?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/171159087108602880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=171159087108602880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/171159087108602880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/171159087108602880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-about-food.html' title='The Truth About Food'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkcU1ZnHFI/AAAAAAAAADE/oQplbgjBsec/s72-c/sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-5806440622654942620</id><published>2007-12-30T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:21:02.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradigm'/><title type='text'>Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkugVZnHHI/AAAAAAAAADU/KdAZ8zZS00k/s1600-h/father-and-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkugVZnHHI/AAAAAAAAADU/KdAZ8zZS00k/s320/father-and-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195234778183834738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Consensual living has taken a turn for the worse here, and I'm the one who is the hub of that. My attitude kind of seems to determine the atmosphere of the entire household - which is great when I'm feeling connected and aware and present and peaceful. But when I'm completely drained and overwhelmed and feeling thwarted and needy.... I just can't seem to pull it together. And this pregnancy has been hard on me, totally unlike my past pregnancies. I'm being more careful with my diet and supplements now - since I feel like a lot of it was nutritionally based.... but I feel like even under duress my behavior/attitude sometimes is totally uncalled for. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My children amaze me. They are such shining lights. They really are my gurus. Fairy came to me when I was melting down and said, "I will help you to calm down, Mommy. Breathe, breathe" and she breathed with me. "Blow out the angry thoughts" she said. And the other night I got into a battle of wills with Mermaid (which is the sort of thing that happens when I'm feeling so drained) and I said to her, feeling desperate, "I don't even want to hug you, because then I feel like you win!" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wince style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*wince*) and she said, "But Mommy, if you hug me, we BOTH win." and I realized how very very true that was -- once again, she lights my path like a beacon. My resistance slid away and we were able to reconnect then. And even Dragon - when I said "Aaargh" in frustration and was absolutely fuming about something, near tears... he came over to me and put his hands on my face and looked into my eyes with concern. He said "Uh? Uh?" in such a loving although preverbal way ... I was overwhelmed by his sweetness. His empathy is pure and authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wince&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't believe sometimes that how "good" they are is assessed by whether they eat food they don't like or go to bed before they're tired, or if they do any number of things they don't want to d, or don't do things they do want to do, without complaining. When I see such goodness and grace shining out of my children, I am just amazed at the yardstick that is used to judge children in most of society. And I thank God that I was shown another way of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And in writing this I realize that I am judging myself using a similar yardstick... I'm a good mother/wife if I do XYZ without complaining. And the stress of that judgment hanging over me is 90% of what overwhelms me. Otherwise when I was tired I would simply get the rest I needed. If I needed some help, I'd ask for it, if I needed some space, I'd make sure I got it. I would certainly eat when I was hungry. And then my physical and emotional needs wouldn't grow to such a flashpoint that I end up exploding irrationally and disproportionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need to have a new way of looking at myself too. One that is free of judgment. Accepting myself unconditionally... because until I do that I will keep slipping into judgment and conditionality with my husband and kids - since my fundamental paradigm hasn't shifted far enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-5806440622654942620?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5806440622654942620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=5806440622654942620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/5806440622654942620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/5806440622654942620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodness.html' title='Goodness'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkugVZnHHI/AAAAAAAAADU/KdAZ8zZS00k/s72-c/father-and-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-1296427647481417827</id><published>2007-07-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:25:50.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visualization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>Connection First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkYmFZnHEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q17MYpr3-VI/s1600-h/almostinlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkYmFZnHEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q17MYpr3-VI/s320/almostinlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195210687712271426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been working on keeping a more positive perspective, thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; intention and manifesting, and my daughters had heard me talking to my husband about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "positive thinking" and such for some time, and one day Sarah asked me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I told her that I was trying to hold onto happy thoughts, so I could stay calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when I was frustrated or angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A few days later, when Mermaid and Fairy were having some debate, I ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; taking Mermaid on my lap for a moment. (Fairy didn't want the connection at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; time, she was distracted by something else.) I validated her for a moment, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; then she said, "I don't have any happy thoughts, I only have angry thoughts." I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; said, "Would you like me to help you think of some happy thoughts?" and she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yes. So I talked about her and Fairy on the beach, playing in the water, sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; seagulls... and Fairy came over and sat with us too to hear about happy Mermaid and Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; playing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The next day, they were arguing and I offered my lap and they both wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sit with me (one on each knee is our habit). I validated them for a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; moments, and then Mermaid said, "Okay, I have happy thoughts now." Fairy said in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; very upset voice, "I have ANGRY thoughts." I said, "Maybe Mermaid will tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; her happy thoughts? Mermaid, do you want to do that?" Mermaid sat back down, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; took Fairy's hand, and said, "We're holding hands on the beach, and there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sunshine, and we're playing in the water..." and Fairy said, "And I chase the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; birds?" very excitedly. It was a paraphrase of what I had verbalized the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; before. It was so wonderful to see the mood change. They still didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; resolution for what they were arguing over, but we were able to figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of connection is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-1296427647481417827?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1296427647481417827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=1296427647481417827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/1296427647481417827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/1296427647481417827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2007/07/connection-first.html' title='Connection First'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/SBkYmFZnHEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q17MYpr3-VI/s72-c/almostinlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888500141001212346.post-1995820592664755926</id><published>2007-03-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:05:34.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radical unschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unparenting'/><title type='text'>Unparenting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've noticed that when unschoolers want to explain unschooling to those who are involved in public schools, or are school-at-homers, there is a tendency to use radical unschooling in a really negative way, for contrast.  The assertion usually amounts to: "We're not letting them be raised by wolves, like radical unschoolers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they do it to show the difference between active, involved, respectful unschooling and being neglectful and self-absorbed.  So they use the phrase "radical unschooling"  as a synonym for "neglectful," and "unparenting" is a word that gets tossed around in a denigrating way. Basically they see RU as "You're on your own, kid." And honestly, in the past I was very sure that radical unschooling and unparenting were one and the same. Plus, one has to consider the demographic that they're speaking to: people who don't really get unschooling at all. So quibbling about the definition of one label or another is pretty silly at that point. The idea of releasing any limits on children with good results is foreign to most people, and saying, "Oh, and my kids don't have a bed time!" would be counterproductive, branding all unschoolers as NUTS. Not even plain nuts; salted ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that my unschooling friends don't think of me as neglectful, and that they enjoy my children.   So it's not personal. I don't want to make an issue of the way things are worded - but I also don't want these ideas of RU perpetuated. I have in the past broken in to say something to the effect that while some radical unschoolers may be neglectful, really it's just an extension of the idea that children will learn the academics that they need when they need it - RUers also believe that their children will learn other things such as ethics, morals,  limits, and their bodily needs without being forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Honestly: why would a child be naturally wired to learn to read... but NOT naturally wired to learn to sleep when they're tired and to be a connected part of the social group?  When I looked at it like that I was SOLD on RU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if what we're trying to do, and working really hard at, is "unparenting," then I guess it's kind of a worthy goal, in my opinion. Maybe I should just get comfortable with it, own it, and sell it as positive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/888500141001212346-1995820592664755926?l=undonemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1995820592664755926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=888500141001212346&amp;postID=1995820592664755926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/1995820592664755926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/888500141001212346/posts/default/1995820592664755926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undonemama.blogspot.com/2007/03/unparenting.html' title='Unparenting?'/><author><name>Collinskymama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06485313670965520714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfBiFIbe0O8/TO3kLNHITnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/a_WMZFakGqM/S220/kaimamawaterwrap.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
