I have a secret. And fortunately my beautiful husband doesn’t read my blog, so I can tell my secret to you, my curious reader.
When all my boys were little, from the womb in fact, I read them bedtime stories. I have very fond memories of my dad or my brother reading me stories at bedtime, and later of climbing into bed with a book I chose myself, watching those lines and squiggles on the pages become a world in my mind, taking me places and on adventures I may never get to have. In fact, those adventures went a long way toward turning me from a city slicker to a farm girl without ever looking back. There is still nothing cozier to me than burrowing into the covers at night with a book or my Kindle and reading until my eyes drift shut. I do it every night.
You know that my Littles and I read a chapter aloud together every day in class, and I have mentioned (over and over again) that I think engendering a love of reading is the biggest educational gift you can give your little ones. I haven’t written much about extracurricular reading, but I enforce it. The boys are required to read at least one book every four weeks. I developed a book report-starter worksheet that lays out everything I expect in a report in question format, and the Littles have to fill one out for every book, writing two full reports from those worksheets per semester. This is to ensure they are really reading on their own.
That’s not my secret.
My husband is a firm believer in ‘bedtime is bedtime,’ and when you go to bed, you turn out the lights and go to sleep. But when the Littles came to me one night and whispered, “Mommy, can we read our books in bed?” I didn’t hesitate. With a wicked grin I whispered back, “Oh, please do.” They’ve gotten caught a couple times. Their sweet father reminded them that if they want to read they should go to bed earlier. Behind his back, I slowly winked and shook my head.
Read, my beautiful boys. Whenever you want to, especially at bedtime, let those adventures and strange places and interesting characters lull you into pleasant (or even outrageous) dreams. Read while you’re brushing your teeth, while you’re riding in the car, while you’re waiting for your brother to finish his chores. Never, never believe anyone who says, “Now is not the time to read.”
Just don’t tell Daddy.
I am not a person who makes resolutions. Not the ‘this year will be different’ kind, anyway. For one thing, I am so blessed in my life there is not much I would resolve to change. I am grateful every day for all I have.
However, since we are not schooling this week, I am doing prep work for the coming semester, and sometimes that is a new years’ resolution in itself. By this time, I had better know what’s working and what’s not working this school year. I’ve ordered yet another chemistry book and I think we’re going to be very happy with it. The geography binders are working wonderfully. Art history, though I’m still working on it week by week, is teaching the boys lots about both theory and history. We’re actually reading music, something I never thought I would get to learn to do. And I think I’ve mentioned our reading of Oliver Twist enough for you all to know how superbly that is going.
Still, I’m not finished with the study guide. (Oh, Procrastination, you are my friend.) And I really do need to spend some time coming up with experiments to augment our chemistry lessons. And it’d probably be a good idea to get a couple weeks ahead in art. So, as always, my work is never done.
But that’s okay. It is the job we take on when we decide to homeschool. And even for that I am grateful. Not only do I get to teach my kids with a depth they would never receive in public school, but my own brain is constantly working, constantly learning–going, going, going. My sister would say I am staving off Alzheimer’s.
Don’t fret if instead of getting downtime in this post-Christmas period you are working harder than ever. It’s the mark of a good parent, a good homeschooler. Be thankful you have the option and always, always remember why you’re doing it and who you’re doing it for. And don’t resolve to be better or different next year. Keep doing what your doing and your children will excel because of it. And be safe and happy and grateful no matter what year it is.
I have extolled the virtues of reading aloud with our children several times in the last couple months. I have even mentioned that the Littles and I are reading Oliver Twist together this year. But today I found yet another reason having a read-aloud class is beneficial.
I fell in love with Charles Dickens when I first read Great Expectations at about the same age as Middle. I remember discovering the decades-old hardcover in the middle school library, but I don’t remember what in me made me decide to pick it up and check it out. I think, at the time, I was fascinated by the old cloth and thread binding of such books. I didn’t know what Great Expectations was about and if I had heard of Dickens before it was through seeing different versions of A Christmas Carol on film. Even so, from the moment I opened the first page, I was hooked. Ensconced. Enraptured. I have read a Dickens novel every year since, at Christmastime, which seems like a fitting time to dive into the world of mid-1800s England and lose myself among such brilliantly written pages. I know more about the British government and the plight of the poor and Victorian England than I really need to. And I never tire of it. And reading Dickens is always like slipping into a warm blanket with an even warmer cup of coffee.
So I wanted my Littles to know that feeling. Last year, when they were in 3rd & 5th grade, we read A Christmas Carol and made the dictionary pictured above (it is actually quite long, because if there’s one basic thing any reader can take away from Dickens, it is one kick-butt vocabulary). They understood it! and enjoyed it so much that I decided to read my Christmas Dickens with them from now on. Oliver Twist has 50-plus chapters, and since we read a chapter a day, we had to start early to make sure we were reading it for Christmas. We’ve now been reading for 4 weeks—finished chapter 20 today—and the Dickens Dictionary has grown exponentially in that time. But today—oh, I do love when something new comes from reading literature—Middle was reading aloud (they alternate pages) and he read this line:
The latter recognition was uttered with just enough embarrassment to imply a doubt of its reception..;
Except he read imply like it rhymed with simply. A reasonable mistake. I was thrown back to the years (about 10 of them, to my reckoning) after I first read the word vehement. Probably in a Dickens novel when I was close to Middle’s age. I pronounced it vee-hem-ent rather than ve-a-ment. For 10 years. At least. And when someone corrected me, he did it in front of a crowd of people. He thought I had called him a behemoth. It was super embarrassing. So immediately upon hearing Middle’s mispronunciation, I gave him a gentle smile and kindly told him how to pronounce imply. And tucked it into the teacher file in my head to watch for such easily mispronounced words and make sure both Littles know how to say them right. To save them any embarrassment in their twenties.
See, having a well-read mind automatically brings a great vocabulary into one’s life. Being well-spoken is something we have to learn.
What about you? Have you come across a new learning tool when reading aloud with your little ones? If so, I’d love to hear about it.
A couple of years ago, the Littles and I did an in-depth course in astronomy. I am constantly amazed by the things I still have to learn, and that course changed the way I look at stars on clear nights forever. One of the coolest things we found during the class was www.earthsky.org. The site has a wealth of information on it, as well as amazing pics and videos to educate about both the Earth and the heavens above us. We signed up to receive their email updates and I still read them religiously every time I get one.
Today’s lead story was about rumors floating around (apparently pretty thickly) that this December is going to bring 3-6 days of total darkness on earth due to a solar storm that was going to kick up some pretty thick dust and debris of its own. The rumor racing around the internet claims that NASA had officially predicted the storm.
Obviously, something that big would be reported more than just in your junk email or facebook page, let alone on some of the hokey websites floating around out there, just waiting to snag you in their black holes of lies and near-truths. Why some people always assume that a thing is true just because it’s in the media is beyond me.
But there are some good learning opportunities here. For one thing, this rumor and earthsky’s article debunking it present a chance to talk to your kids about the importance of internet safety, which websites they can visit and trust, and how to debunk such rumors themselves (a little research is usually a quick fix. I can’t tell you how much I prayed that actor Paul Walker’s death was an internet rumor).
This also provides a chance for us to teach our kids the truth about the media they are barraged with constantly in this age. How often the media focuses on bad things to stir up excitement and get ratings or readers. How sometimes the media focuses on one story to keep our minds off something else. How media is run by conglomerates that sometimes have their own self-interests at heart. How some venues are leftist or rightist and some are just extreme. How anyone can start an internet page and we should pay attention to the source of our information. And how as responsible citizens of a free country, we should do their best to find out every side of a story before forming an opinion.
I’ll talk to the Littles about both of these things after we share a good laugh over the latest apocalypse. Of course, they would be more interested if zombies were involved.
If you can think of another lesson to be learned from these hoaxes and internet rumors, please let me know what you come up with. I’d love to hear your thoughts.