As we excitedly plan out our learning and lessons for next year it strikes me how the butterfly-joy welling up from within is based on the journey rather than thoughts of the completion of another year. It feels like running into a dear friend who has been out of town for a while.
In the beginning, I thought it was about getting through a long list of requirements year by year. The concept of being able to fall into a lesson of intrigue and remain there for as long as we wished is foreign- feeling somehow that it must be wrong, illegal, something.
After years of following my heart instinct, experiences have confirmed, in multiple ways due to various and sundry children’s testing, attending school, going to college, etc. that this method works. But, it still feels confusing to educate in such a non-traditional manner.
We use books- many books but rarely follow one all the way through as we don’t believe that gives a worldview from which to platform discussions. We learn how to learn traditionally because that is the world we live in. However, day to day lessons are fluid, aimed at my children’s future selves, built toward their interests and gifts. Rarely are two days alike.
There is rhythm to each day, there is sequence to our lessons, there is beauty as well as tears, and there is trepidation that I’m missing something, I’m doing it wrong, I’m fooling myself. God is giggling right now as He whispers in my hear, “Katie, my beloved, that is faith. Trust.”