I started this blog thinking I’d be honest about how hard unschooling can be. And even though unschooling can be hard, I haven’t fulfilled that promise. Maybe because I’m not sure it’s the unschooling.
Having two babies is hard. Learning how to set boundaries in your relationships, when you have two babies, is hard. Dealing with cats who tend to pee in any open plastic container is hard.
As people say often on Pam Larrichia’s Living Joyfully podcast, it’s life. It’s all the life stuff. Unschooling strips away the requirements. You’re not stressed because you need to get your kids buckled in the car by 7:14am, you’re not stressed because their teacher is threatening to call a meeting if they forget another homework assignment, you’re not stressed because you know they’ll be stuck in that class with the kid who bullies them next year.
No, it looks more like running back and forth to the kitchen getting snacks cleaning up messes altering the snacks finding a charging cord cleaning up sticky lollipop sticks before the ants get them getting that hand duster by the way no maybe the big broom finally sitting down and then a kid asks you for another snack.
All of which kids will do after school anyway.
I got lucky though, and at a homeschool conference a few years ago I got to do one of Michelle Charfen’s Non Violent Communication workshops. I learned how to say “I’m tired I need a break before I get you another snack.” Before I start growling.
I meant this blog to be an honest look at how hard unschooing is. But instead unschooling was like burning off a fog. After a while I could see more clearly that what makes my life harder are unhealthy relationships, ableism, and my own lack of boundaries.
So I’ll step over the crumbs and write about that.