Sunday, 31 May 2015

Homeschoolers and all those other hippie heretics…


(An Article I wrote for UWA Catholic Society -  http://issuu.com/uwacatholicsociety)

 Credentials: Husband and father of 6, soon to be 7 little miracles of chaos, love and many things icky (Kids; for the un-initiated). My eldest is 9 years old. All homeschooled. No, we don’t have a TV (We prefer it that way), and yes; we are a little crazy – but not entirely for those reasons! (There are so many, many more (joke #1)).
Why am I, the breadwinner, writing this, and not the school board Chair/ Principal/ Teacher/ PE instructor/ Nurse/ Department Head/In house Chaplain/Janitor/Canteen Manager – otherwise known as ‘Mum’? Partly indicated above: Mum’s a little busy at the moment homeschooling, growing miracle number 7 (requiring efforts keeping food down and sleep up) and preparing for relocating on an extended camp to the other side of Australia. In addition to the above, people find it hard to shut me up – so good luck with reading the following. 
The 3 Biggest Myths of Homeschooling: The first time I heard it mentioned by my uncle, a highly intelligent (Don’t tell him I said that) ‘Queens Council’ lawyer in South Africa, my first reaction was – how incredibly irresponsible!! What possible irrational fear could have driven him to isolate and disadvantage his lovely 6 (at the time) children. After patiently listening to my vehement and authoritative ranting, he quietly disabused me of some basic objections. I only discuss the top few in a semblance of an attempt to be concise; but on any Google search/ concerted research you’ll find a reasonable number of comprehensive expositions. 
1.                “Socialisation” – Mostly, research points to equal if not more productive social interactions and interpersonal skill outcomes in homeschooling, due to it providing a broader and more diverse age group and varied settings.
2.                “I’m not qualified” – Again research indicates that the qualifications/ level of education has no significant (as in statistical significance) impact on the learning outcomes. Interestingly, it observes similar findings to those in ‘normal’ schools: the more money spent, the better the outcomes – and seriously, you wouldn’t believe the amount of resources/ experiences you could buy for the entire schooling lifetime from the amount you would potentially spend in 1 year for a family in a private school…
3.      “You can’t get into Uni” – In Western Australia, in the last couple of years, this has been a little more of an issue (Due to the governments’ non-evidence based wisdom) with changes in regards to the required standardised testing (eg. Naplan). This has created the need for a little more creativity for paths into uni. But basically, it’s doable. Common routes are:
·        Bridging from TAFE (in the Eastern states this is becoming an issue)
·        Going to school for year 11 & 12
·        Using online universities, or
·        Waiting a year and applying as a mature age student with relevant skills/ experience (eg. IT Skills demonstrated etc.)
When we first started looking into this; the ‘mature age’ (read: any alternative path into uni) placements for uni versus the standard school entry was something like 3:1 in favour of ‘mature age’. I’m not sure if that’s still the case, and again, depending on what career is aspired to it may require a creative path.
4.                “It’ll be too intense/ long hours” Now this one has a little more merit. The decision to homeschool is definitely a lifestyle choice, which I believe both parents need to be behind. In saying that though, the actual raw time spent on ‘focused’ schooling to achieve the same outcomes is much less.  Also, you have complete control on the gas… except for the fact that in my experience the mothers (Anecdotally, the primary role is usually mum’s) who choose to homeschool sometimes forget they’ve got a brake pedal.
Below is a hit from a Google search1 that touches on each of these, giving evidence based research backing to dispel them. While walking through the kitchen, my wife has also listed a number of talks with people who give a lot more depth to the research than that presented at first glance. If you’re actually interested in evidence based research and willing to overcome your bias… look into it.
Why did we do it?
When you start asking the ‘why’ question for any conscious act, in my experience if you dig deep enough, you arrive sooner or later at the bigger questions in life; namely, what is the meaning of life? And if 42 or hedonism doesn’t quite cut it for you, well then the search becomes a little more complicated. And the more significant the action, the quicker you arrive at that door. Now, the action of nurturing/ forming/ educating your children – well, it rates above brushing your teeth on most days. Aptly, the Catechism of the Catholic Church addresses this in its first item (Look it up! :P)2. In addition, there is the well-worn part of John 10:10 which states: “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly”. So, the ultimate end game is heaven. You’re trying to bring as many people with you as possible, and the best way to do this is to follow God’s will and the path He perfectly created for you, to match perfectly all your strengths and weaknesses, your personality and experiences, etc. Flowing from that basis, our hierarchy of rationale is as follows:
1.                How can we best help their soul? Help them know their faith (Better than from grade 2 at Sunday school), expose them to vocations, give frequent and encouraged access to sacraments and a curriculum that explores and examines truth from a Catholic perspective.
2.                What is best for their character formation/ personality moulding? Developing a passion for learning. For me, this point is so apparent and easily observed. It throws into stark relief the opinion of the ‘norm’ with regards to attitudes to learning, compared to homeschooled children in general.
3.                What is good parenting? It’s the first and foremost responsibility of parents to nurture and educate our kids; in school you are effectively paying an organisation that employs strangers you have no control over to influence and educate. In addition, the incredible milestones of childhood – smiles, sounds, crawling – don’t stop at age 5. Daily, you get to witness and be a part of your child’s ongoing milestones – it truly is a privilege to witness. Even if you have to remind yourself of that while cleaning off their name, written on the wall… in permanent marker.
4.                What will help them academically? Critical Thinking, a broader knowledge base, wide frames of reference and application to real life. All of these are broad topics, and I’m already 2 pages over the limit our generous editor gave – but suffice to say, many of these skills are best developed when the children are given the time and space to reflect, question, debate and argue (Deep breaths… yes, it is part of their education – deep breaths). How much opportunity is there for this in a class of 30 kids?
For all of the above, we decided this wasn’t demonstrated effectively through the Catholic or other School system, and we had a better shot at it by homeschooling.
What and how?
One of the first major minefields that parents encounter when embarking on this journey is the depth, breadth and variety of homeschool curriculums, tools and games. Suffice to say if you have a particular inclination, or think your child would learn from a particular style, there are a range of curriculums, or bits of them, that fit the bill. If you’re interested, talk to other homeschool parents or read up about them. 
Slowly, in growing as a parent and talking to other seasoned and not so seasoned parents, I’ve started to notice something. Generally, the more children the parents have, the less advice they give out unsolicited. I think it’s because of the massive differences in dynamics between Mum, Dad and any said child, in the context of fluctuating personalities, environments, strengths and weaknesses. Now mathematically, put those variables to the power of the broad spectrum of homeschool options, and you begin to understand why I have not said “Now, THIS is how you should homeschool”.
In saying that, a pattern that seems to emerge for me looking at other families that homeschool is that the more experience the parents get with homeschooling, the less the schooling looks like school and the more it just looks like life learning with periods of focused attention for functionally applicable knowledge scattered in-between.
Honestly though, don’t worry – you’re going to stuff it up. But as long as each time you learn from your mistakes, keep an observant eye on what’s working or not, and be charitable to yourself and your kids, you’ll do better than fine. Don’t kid yourself, the ‘National Curriculum’ doesn’t have it perfect yet either – that’s been continually changing for the last x decades too. Their review cycle just takes a little more time. On average 4-8 years longer than your own review cycle – and it’s not uniquely designed for your kids either.
*Disclaimer: We’re not veterans, not quite n00bs, but not far off – the boss levels are still to come (13- 35ish… Yrs old).*
Not convinced?
Neither was I. I had an experienced barrister refuting my ill formed arguments, and still didn’t really ‘believe’ the evidence based and philosophical rationale he provided for me. The whole phrase “They can prove just about anything with research now days” played on loud speaker in my head continuously while he was speaking – see I’m such a good listener (joke) (#2?). So I’ve got very, very little expectations that you would be moved after perusing a fragmented, comically written piece (No matter what the skills of our wonderful editor are… sorry but ‘Silk purse out of sow’s ear” comes to mind).
You may ask: why, then, are we actually homeschooling now? Good question. Other than the fact that I’m pretty sure the sun and stars would obey my lovely wife’s ‘gentle guidance’, and if she told them that it was not their day to rise, they in all likelihood would agree with her and take the day off, because after all she would be right…. You see, I have learnt some things since marrying her (joke #3). Other than that small insignificant detail, it’s because of what I witnessed.
In the earlier years of our first couple of little miracles, my wife ‘gently guided’ me into seeing that spending a weekend at a homeschool camp was really far, far superior to playing computer games with my friends. At the camp, there were many eloquent speakers, curriculums on display and learning activities, and all manner of educational/ promotional materials. But what really struck me was what I saw in between (And sometimes under and/or on top or in) these things; namely, the children. What I experienced, on the whole, was an impression of maturity, confidence and critical thinking, within beautifully nurtured human beings that were more the rule than the exception. Not only that, I didn’t just see a classroom of kids. I saw the full spectrum of the family – 1 year to early 20’s – who had been through this process. It was like being able to see the finished products of a process that (previously) was so unknown, unpredictable and downright ‘dangerous’. It truly was a ‘light bulb’ moment – the penny dropped (And trust me, it echoed; there’s a bit of space between these ears). I considered that just maybe, I’d formed my opinion based on a possibly/ somewhat ill-formed viewpoint. That was the turning point. The rest is just a biological growth from there for my wife and I, of learning how much we didn’t actually learn in school. Well, that – and my kids teaching me grammar. Feel for them, it’s truly a special form of torture.
So to finally conclude (If you’ve stuck it out to here, you should be given a medal.. come on, not far to go, you can crawl across the line… just 60 more pages…  (joke #4)), sometimes, particularly as a father who spends almost 40% of my waking hours at or travelling to and from work, I at times forget that the biggest influence on the world or ultimately the kingdom of God that I will contribute to, is unlikely to be through my efforts in my job (Nobel peace prize or not). It is rather the legacy that is left in the souls of my children and their children that follow, through the merits of Christ and under the truly gentle guiding embrace of His Mother.
Worth thinking about? I know it is for me.



Sunday, 6 July 2014

How NOT to explore the Amazon with 11 kids under 10....

Well, firstly I have to admit that the location was Dwellingup WA rather than the Amazon rain forest; but once perusing some of the following you may potentially see some of the similarities...
(All photos courtesy of my beautiful DW...)

Little ones quarantined with mum (and her broken foot) in the car while setting up the tent in the rain...


How to ensure your one year old goes to sleep on the first night there....

Soooo, after first night, planning our attack on this wild weather would seem the sensible first step... unfortunately that first step landed fairly squarely into what we would become very well acquainted... mud


The kids were REALLY unhappy about this....


Cos all they wanted to do was stay clean and sit quietly (when they weren't making their parents a meal while we sat back...)


But eventually, the sun decided to poke it's head out and things started to take on a camping feel. Trying to adhere to the words of Genesis, the men started to try and exert their dominance on their environment... with varying levels of success...

And then it decided to rain a bit more...


And so the men decided try one of our favorite endeavors...avoiding work. The rain catcher was supposed to prevent the need to lug water up the hill from the river for washing etc.... but realistically it spent more time in use as a play thing for the kids than it's original purpose.... helping them stay absolutely dry... kind of... not.

And so while the parents contemplated how we were going to get a hot meal made in the midst of the deluge of water, the kids (Particularly those newest to walking) experimented with the numerous ways to traverse down the muddy banks.... time and time again...

Eventually, possibly in response to the length of time preparing the meals, our youngest decided to demonstrate for us that really, it wasn't soo hard to dig up a quick meal... if you weren't too worried about a stick or three...

The kids getting soo cold, they were quite courageous in volunteering services in order to get the fire going... (Just KIDDING!!!)

They seemingly disappeared at the last moment though....

And so in the luxury akin to finest restraunts from Dubai to New York, we ate. :)

Well, hey... I thought it was pretty cool!

But some of us didn't always find it soo interesting...

After a couple of days of the general theme park of mud slides, mud pools (Especially around the cooking area), and mud beverages the adult female components of the expidition decided a day of respite was in order... and so ensued some in-tent entertainment / education... (Please also see below post re: Theories of Evolution...)

For some misinformed reason, we thought that the water was supposed to stay OUTSIDE the tent... we were soon disabused of that assumption. (The inside roof of the tent)

Finally after a few days the sun decided to make a more prolonged appearance... which seemed to put a definite spring in everyone's steps!!

The carrying of wood became the coolest game in the forrest...


And even the littlest would not be outdone or perturbed by the need to actually get in the trailer to get their pieces!

The Dad's again got back to some chest thumping and ... ummm plastic lid swinging... whatever, it was smokey and something we could beat our chests over...

But the Wives, knowing our fragile male ego's smiled encouraginly from the corner... (Mum of the other 5 little miracles)

The kids once again, demonstrated that all you really need is a few blocks of wood to entertain yourself with...


There was homeschooling at it's best, with an engineering project for the kids of steps... that needed to withstand torrential rain...  and toddlers.. let's just say they learnt the need for reinforcements and it became safer to try and walk down the slope rather than attempt the very hard won, lovingly made steps... (We were suitably impressed at the effort / attempts none-the-less) 


But through it all we got stay up close and personal with all the kids... leopard spots and all...(raWWWRRR) :)

Drying and cleaning became the name of the game... while attempting to avoid 3rd degree burns...

We attempted at some points to organise the gang to play some games... army like discipline wasn't achieved at all times however...


But somewhat successfully they accomplished a treasure hunt without loosing anybody... that we know of at least.


But when all else failed... the Pied Piper came out with his Cadbury flute...

Marshmellows, Rosary and catechism quizes was successful in some of the evenings... the kids even had one or two...

Our 3 yr old had her birthday...

 

But without the rain, it meant that we actually had to go get water again... (I know, I know can't be pleased...)

It was a really hard chore considering the scenary we needed to do it amongst..

But never fear, we still attempted to remove some of the 'work' aspect from it... :)

We went to the local Mass, and somewhat doubled <Cough> what appeared to be it's usual attendance (Lovely priest and parish... they even excused the fact that my kids and I had to just wear socks because none of us had dry shoes yet...)

The older girls, spent most of one of the days, creating a performance (That bordered on hard core propaganda) with the single line of the carefully choreographed acts was a sung "Sisters, sisters, everybody wants some sisters..." sung over and over again.

They were considerate enough to think to provide snacks for all of the audience... Mums snacks -  but who's counting... really...

Unfortunately, the propaganda didn't quite work potentially as intended, because at the end of the performance, the boy's not to be outdone took the stage and decided to give their own rendition...


We explored the local town a bit (A chance for me to use some new found knowledge of the camera to practice on the most beautiful of subjects... my DW)


And in response (Potentially), I was given a gift later in the day of a baby who had been allowed an ice cream... unsupervised...

Finally it was time to pack-up our semi permanent residence....

Have our final breakfast.

Take stock of any repairs that needed to be done...

And attempt to pack up the tent.. with a little help.. (Remember that thing about work again...)

The little one found it particularly interesting investigating the large quantities of earth worms that had decided to take up residence under the tent...

And then it started to pour again... as we were packing up... meaning we bundeled all the kids in the car and turned the radio on, left the boot open for some cover and..... couldn't start the car until some very kind campers drove by...


Eventually we arrived home after about 9 days, kids looking a little like they've stepped off the set for 'Lord of the Flies' and myself thinking I was about ready to audition for the mud caked scenes of 'Predator'. My DW and I looked at each other asking... so, ummm why did we do that again.... 

But I'm sure as the grains of time slowly drop, and our memories slowly again get more and more tinged with softly scented roses, we will again look longingly at the camping gear and dream of the green forests.. and so I am here to remind myself....

DON"T!!!

Check the weather first. Bring thermal underwear. If it's wet bring ugboots!!!

The kids enjoyed themselves... it was really good for them.... I'm sure it was worth it... yea.. yea  ... I'm sure it was.. I think...
;)