At that point I realized: this is what I do every day. All day. I participate in wild fantasy, I take emotional pain seriously even when it seems to me to be so tenuously linked to reality, because I have respect for my kids. Because I want to get to know them. Because I have power over them but I don't condescend to them. I don't pretend to know them better than they know themselves. Because I respect their emotions, and it's my job as an unschooling parent to support them on their journey. Because I want to learn more about them.
I let my kids stomp and squish and splash in the mud, and I'm not proud. This post is not about how this makes me a better parent. It most certainly isn't about how kids need to get out there and interact with the "real" world rather than sitting on screens. It's not even about... Continue Reading →
What I'm feeling could be described as just post-vacation blues. Or I could write a novel about family histories, poverty, capitalism, abuse, misogyny, white supremacy. Or I could tell the story of my kids and their small joys, challenges, victories, discoveries. Or the romance of my husband and I, moving between cities and states, searching... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning with a post on my mind, a list of all the things I must embrace because my daughter is autistic. I embrace the fact that she's afraid of movies and I won't be able to watch a movie with her for a very long time if ever. Instead, I embrace... Continue Reading →
One of the most obvious symptoms of my daughter's autism is picky eating. We've watched her weight stay the same for over a year while she grows taller, and though my doctor reassures me she's still doing fine my husband and I panic weekly about how little she has eaten. Bread and cheese, or sometimes... Continue Reading →
My daughter doesn't like the stroller much at all, and she really doesn't like being strapped in the stroller. We push the backrest as far forward as we can, but she prefers sitting straight up, even leaning forward on her knees, maybe holding out a doll or stuffed animal friend to take in the sights... Continue Reading →
The other night I went with my husband and friends to see Kraftwerk, the a foundational electronic music group whose top hits--which they performed with great energy that night--are from the late 1970s and early 1980s. I knew he would like it--he told me going would be like if I had a chance to go... Continue Reading →