My Facebook and Twitter feeds are full of “First Day of School!” photos and stories. I love seeing the pictures of my friends’ beautiful children, and the love of their parents manifest in the joy/anxiety/celebration/all that of The First Day. The New Beginning. What will this coming year bring? All is possible…
We don’t mark this milestone quite the same way on our unschooling journey. June morphs into July, and August just becomes September one day. There are changes, for sure–I need to file some paperwork, and our school board facilitator comes for a visit, and I buy new notebooks (I love new notebooks) and martial arts and gymnastics and music start up again, and oh, are we going to take a family clay class this fall? And what about season’s tickets to the children’s theatre, are we going to do that? And should we get Science Centre passes in September or wait until January? And what about…
But I don’t mark the first day of unschool in September. I can’t really. When does it begin? It never ends, you see… Still. I feel compelled by social media to
inflict share some early September photos of my beautiful children with you. And you–aren’t you curious what we crazy unschoolers do when everyone else grabs their backpacks and lunches? Sure you are.
Here’s what Cinder, Flora and Ender’s not-back-to-school week 2013 looked like:
This week on Nothing By The Book, I go all weepy and soft in What defines you as a parent? Have a peek if you haven’t yet; it’s an… interesting post. Not nearly as controversial as the one about, you know, hair brushing, but. Provoking in its own way.