Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Unschooling

 


As I have written in previous posts, one of the most valuable lessons that parenting teaches me is flexibility. Personally, I struggle with control. Control of my environment, control of my emotions, control of my creativity and now that I am a mother, control of my child and HER environment, emotions and creativity. Oy vey!!




 Camille is like most kids I know who just wants to be free to do her own thing and within reason, that is totally okay so this is where my flexibility lesson comes in to play. Home school is no exception since it is preschool and all she really needs to be learning are things that she has a pretty firm grasp on like, colors, shapes, letters and numbers. Everything else is just gravy at this point so lately, we have been branching out and exploring some things outside of the curriculum and having a great time bonding at the same time.






 It's amazing the things you learn while baking, mixing watercolors, dyeing fabric or scouring the beach for sea shells. The possibilities for discovery are endless. What a beautiful life we live!



Thursday, January 16, 2014

La Luna And Dome Dreams




Skylight of main dome of eco-dome |  www.calearth.org
 
 Argh, la luna! You are magnificent and powerful and tonight, you are stealing my sleep. Occasionally, when I shift from Camille's bed to my own once she has drifted off, I am struck with relentless inspiration. In the quiet, my mind overflows with visions of clothes not yet stitched, rooms not yet decorated or foods not yet cooked. Our apartment is compact and efficient and I love it so much that I rarely fantasize about moving but tonight I am dreaming of the refuge of a small studio or sewing hut to quiet these thoughts and invite sleep. Since we have no such thing, I have revisited an old flame, a sometimes obsession...the earthbag home. Because what more an inspiring place to work than a hive shaped studio?
Eco dome at dusk | www.calearth.org
 
Several years ago, I stumbled on this most economic and eco-friendly way of home building. The idea of building an earthbag home is one of my lotto win fantasies. Not because it is an expensive endeavor but a time consuming one unless you hire a lot of labor. Iranian-American architect and founder of California Institute of Earth Art and Architecture (Cal-Earth ), Nader Khalili, was the mastermind behind this sustainable type of construction. Khalili was inspired by Rumi's wisdom concerning humanity and the elements of Earth, Water, Air, and Fire. Earthbag architecture reflects the sensibilities and is energy efficient, inexpensive to build and uses primarily sustainable materials...the ground beneath our feet!


Exterior of Eco Dome | www.calearth.org
 
Entry of Eco Dome | www.calearth.org

Eco Dome | www.calearth.org
 

Earth One South Exterior Detail | www.calearth.org
 
At first glance, the buildings have that Hobbit, hippie house look, an aesthetic I would not normally be drawn to. The more I studied the photos and the philosophy behind this kind of construction, the more I felt that this is a very calming and creatively inspiring way to live. Someone recently referred to me as an "earth mother" which I found completely hysterical but nights like this one make me realize that it might not be as ridiculous as it seems. Maybe if Lucile Ball could have been an earth mother, then that is what I am.


Inerior view of construction of main dome Eco Dome | www.calearth.org
Construction of Eco Dome | www.calearth.org

Construction with forms and compasses of Eco Dome | www.calearth.org
 
I love the idea that these buildings can be constructed by real people and looking at the photos of one being built, it looks like an old-time barn raising. What a sense of community and accomplishment the builders must feel when they have finished building these delightful structures. I often get stressed out that I am nearly 41 years old and still have so many things left to do and ideas to work out. This earthbag home obsession is one of those things that makes me feel like I have wasted too much of my life but who says we can't build our dream earth home at the age of 50, 60 or 70? It just might take us longer and we'll have to have more help.


Earth One entry interior | www.calearth.org

Earth One view from kitchen | www.calearth.org

Earth One view of kitchen from dining space | www.calearth.org

Emergency shelter Eco Village plan | www.calearth.org
 
Since everything these days can be looped back in to a lesson at Lucile Preschool, I am planning a family outing to check out CalEarth and fuel my dome home dreams even more. They have an open house and pot luck the first Saturday of every month.

Visiting day; Rumi Dome - right, Eco Dome- left | www.calearth.org
 
Maybe it will inspire my conventional spouse to dream with me or encourage Camille to think outside the box (literally!) when it comes to making her own home some day. Check out the CalEarth website for more info and get inspired by the idea that trees do not have to give their lives to shelter us. www.calearth.org

2013 Open House Dates2014 Open House Dates
January 5, 2013
February 2, 2013
March 2, 2013
April 6, 2013
May 4, 2013
June 1, 2013
July 6, 2013
*no open house in August*
September 7, 2013
October 5, 2013
November 2, 2013
December 7, 2013
January 4, 2014
February 1, 2014
March 1, 2014
April 5, 2014
May 3, 2014
June 7, 2014
July 5, 2014
*no open house in August*
September 6, 2014
October 4, 2014
November 1, 2014
December 6, 2014
In the case of rain, Open House is postponed to the following Saturday

*All images are from the CalEarth website.

oxo-n

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Anything I Can Do She Can Do Better

 

It was funny, the moment I realized that I had given birth to my spouse's best friend. I mean, we all need one so why not? But sometimes when Carl and Camille are off in "imaginative play" land, I can't help but feel like I am failing somehow. They are like peanut butter and jelly. Carl has endless hours of dolly diapering and lego building up her sleeves where I would rather work on a puzzle, go hiking or teach her to cook and sew. They crack each other up all the time and Camille is the apple of Carl's eye. It is cute and I wouldn't have it any other way but between loads of laundry I do get a pit in my stomach at the thought of losing my connection with my only child.

When we decided to take Camille out of preschool and teach her at home I thought "now this is my moment to shine!". I was always an enthusiastic student. My mom bought me a learning program when I was three and it was my favorite toy. I loved the grease pencils and the cellophane overlay, the dotted letters and numbers to trace and then the blank lines that followed them to show off my newly acquired talents. Surely, this was a place that I could wedge myself in and show Camille that I have more to offer than beverages and snacks at the appropriate time and a clean house in which to creatively display her various projects.


The first few days were a little challenging but still fun. Realizing that the lessons are planned in five to ten minute intervals to keep the little wanderer's attention was interesting. I loved seeing how much she already knew and watching her face light up when she discovered something new. In my reverie, I envisioned an idyllic experience from which I could draw on for many a inspired blog post. I would become that Waldorfian educator. Ushering Camille into a new way of being: creative, calm and extremely intelligent. My utopia was destroyed the first day Carl was home while school was in session. She offered to teach so I could work on some sewing. I took her up on it because I figured I really need to get this clothing business off the ground even if it only happens in three hour snatches.





As with everything Carl puts her mind to, she was a huge success. From my work table, I heard them laughing together and Camille responding to the lessons without a lot of cajoling. It is her way. That is the only way to describe it. Carl has a way. She is quiet and attentive. She has no agenda. She is non-confrontational and easy. Let's face it, that is what an energetic kid is going to respond to. At that moment I realized that we all have our role to play. Mine is to keep things on a schedule and organized which is valuable too. I am still going to be the main teacher at Lucile Preschool but at this school, the substitute teacher is more fun. I'm okay with that as long as she knows that I love her with all of my heart and soul even if I am a little boring!


Monday, December 30, 2013

Your Pretty Is Her Handsome



When Carley and I were talking about having a baby, our number one wish is that our child would be an individual. Someone who freely marched to the beat of her own drum. The universe heard our intention and obliged, giving us a perfectly unique and amazing daughter who, at the age of four, completely knows herself. This is not her first rodeo and with every passing day we see that she intends to make each moment count. She is as quirky and full of personality as we could have ever wished and we delight in her eccentricities.

The biggest bonus to being a girl raised by a butch/femme couple is that all the options are on the table every day. You want to be a ballerina in a pink tutu, be our guest. You want to play with Tonka trucks in the dirt, go for it. Because we do not censor her sartorial choices or guide her into traditional "girl" activities and pursuits, she has been able to pick and choose how she wants to present herself without the knowledge, let alone concern, that she is not subscribing to the correct gender role.

This is serious people...no snickering in the back please! More and more parents are realizing the damaging effects of forcing children gender stereotypes defined by society. Parenting books line the bookstore shelves describing how to maintain a gender neutral framework in which a child can thrive and grow into the person they are meant to be. Research shows that boys suffer as a result of having their emotional lives extinguished. Boys tend to act out aggressively instead of expressing their feelings in a positive way. Many studies have shown that much of boys' apparent lack in social and emotional intelligence is due to environmental influence, to stereotypes about how boys should be raised, and to peer pressure. By telling your son that dolls are only for girls, are you making an indelible impression on him that only women care for babies? By not allowing him to try on the pink wellies in the department store, are you sending him the message that the clothing that he gravitates towards is shameful?

The same dangerous gender stereotypes exist for girls. Sunglasses are required in order to step inside most toy stores as the blinding pink and purple packaging are an arrest to the senses. I won't go into the offensiveness of Barbie and Bratz products as that has been done for a decade and seems rather obvious. Blah, blah, blah, launch into feminist rhetoric? No, not really. I will just summarize by saying that most of us already know that stereotypes laid out for girls and women have been damaging to our self esteems. Notions that we must only reach as high as to grab the all purpose flour from the shelf dashed many of our grandmothers' ambitions to be a business executive. Barbie and her impossible silhouette made us all squint into the mirror and then quickly look away. The princess phenomenon has a generation of girls waiting in anxious anticipation for their handsome prince to bring the sunshine and sort out all of life's problems. The reality is, women wear pants now, have the right to vote, run hugely successful businesses and are professional athletes. Generation by generation, we are proving that anything you can do, I can do better. Then why does the term "tomboy" still exist? Why all this fuss when a girl prefers to describe herself as handsome rather than pretty?

At a family gathering recently Camille was wearing a particularly dandy outfit which included a pair of Dickensian knickers, a velvet sport coat, button-up shirt and a bow tie with rockets and planets. She was so thrilled to show off her special outfit and went around to to everyone exclaiming that she was so handsome. Most of the family members smiled and hugged her warmly but one guy told her sternly "girls are not handsome, they are pretty". My heart raced as our eyes met after he uttered the last word...pretty. Luckily the comment went over Camille's head and she ran off to find her favorite cousin. I opted to take the diplomatic door and not make a scene but that moment created a firestorm of emotion. Come to find out, the family is deeply concerned that Camille is being raised with a confused notion that she has the option to wear ties and call herself handsome. It appears that we should make her feel that her choices are shameful and not appropriate for someone born as a girl. Can someone please send a letter to Diane Keaton and let her know that ties are not to be worn by women?! While you're at it, please notify Merriam-Webster that their definition of handsome as "pleasing to look at" should be changed to "a man who is pleasing to look at".

This idea that we are committing child abuse by allowing our child to express herself through her language, clothing and interests is disturbing and hurtful to say the least. As parents, we are here to create an environment where our child feels confident to be herself. The confidence that she learns and exercises now will get her through life's struggles and empower her to defend herself against people who try and antagonize her in the future. We refuse to create an atmosphere of shame and ridiculous, stereotypical boundaries for her. We have adopted a new mantra - don't like it, don't look. Our happy, well adjusted kid does not need gender stereotypes!

 
oxo-n



Saturday, December 28, 2013

Our One Room Schoolhouse


Life is funny how it works. One minute you are biting at your fingernails because situations seem to have spun out of control and all of a sudden the smoke clears and you realize that all those plates had to shift in order to create a new mountain of opportunity. That is kind of what has happened in our lives lately. Several months ago, my chief source of work just sort of evaporated and left me wondering exactly what to do next. Then Camille started having some issues at her preschool and we realized that until she was eligible for the transitional kindergarten program at our local Spanish immersion school, that I could just keep her at home with me. It's exciting, this notion of reconnecting with someone we have been watching grow and transform before our very eyes with only a fraction of input from us. So there we were, standing on the edge of this uncharted territory wondering what to do next.



I started researching preschool curriculum out there and really stumbled on a goldmine for those of us who are of this planet and not super heroes. The program is called Mother Goose Time and is an all inclusive preschool package that comes in a school bus box each month. The idea is brilliant! Every day is laid out for you with reading, math, science, social skills and art included in daily bags.
The whole concept really takes the worry out of homeschooling little ones. It's not that I am unwilling to put in extra work researching lessons and projects but the reality is, after "school" all day, preparing meals and maintaining the house...WHERE'S THE TIME? This program is a Godsend and with interesting themes and adorable illustrations, it was a no brainer for me.






Our January box finally arrived and I was just as pleased as I thought I would be. I set about building a school room in our dining nook in the kitchen with all of the posters and projects included in the box. This thing was loaded with good stuff! So much so, that I had to kind of pull back a little since it still has to function as a family space once the school bell rings. Camille took to the idea right away and started inventing her own projects with the scraps that lay about. Anything could happen, but my crystal ball is telling me that this is going to be a very fun and fulfilling seven months for all of us!

oxo-n

Saturday, December 14, 2013

We're Back With New Adventures!



Years fly by here in Momland. Camille has sprouted several inches, put on a few pounds and added 200 or more necessary and sometimes amusing words to her vocabulary. She is more quirky and hilarious with every passing day.

She just finished her first year of what we loosely refer to as preschool and sadly, we have not been too impressed with the results so we decided to save some money and try our hands at home school...yes, you read right, HOME SCHOOL! I never thought I would have considered it but we are in desperate need of a little reprogramming with love and kindness before she joins the real world of public school. So off we go! I am planning to capture the highs and lows of this journey, if I can fit it in between sewing for my new business and teaching the future president of America how to read.

oxo-n

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sound of Silence



Growing up in the woods, I get antsy when the miles of concrete around me sizzle in the summer heat so Camille and I ventured out into the wilderness recently to see what we could see. And what we saw was surprisingly silent and beautiful. It is amazing that just 16 miles from our doorstep along the Angeles Crest Highway, this legit brand of nature exists! The ironic thing is that before I was born, my parents lived on and built the Pacific Crest Trail which runs through the Angeles Crest. Things go full circle as usual.




It was her first time out in the woods in the summer and she really dug it...especially the little creek running through one of the trail areas that we stopped. When I was little we always had a pair of what we called "steam waders" which amounted to last year's tennies that we used to stomp around in the creeks without cutting our feet on the rocky bottom. She was pretty surprised when I told her to just wade in in her sneakers and kept insisting that I take them off for her. When she finally relented, her eyes lit up as if she was being allowed to do something naughty just for this occasion!







Little frog, only about an inch long!! There were tons of them hopping all over the creek bed.



It was so nice to see tiny frogs, beautiful butterflies, crazy squirrels and quick little water skeeters with Camille. Watching her trip out more with each discovery. Thanks to a couple of friendly park visitors, we managed to steer clear of the huge clumps of poison oak that littered the trail banks. We didn't have it where I grew up so I was grateful for their info. Wouldn't that have sucked?!

Eyeing the tiny pine cones and contemplating eating them?




We came home loaded down with souvenirs from our adventure...acorns of all shapes and sizes (they
make a great tea set as Ms. Cam discovered), itty bitty pine cones and bits of white granite. But the best souvenir of all was the Zen-like calm my little terror had for the rest of the day. Thank you Mother Nature!


Did I say Zen? Maybe I meant Zombie!