As is the case with most endeavors, writing this blog has been a learning process for me. In the beginning, I posted every “school” like thing we did in a single day. I think that’s helpful for people who are curious about what unschooling/homeschooling can look like practically. But I also have enjoyed writing posts that center on one specific part of our day.
I might write the blog post several days or weeks after the fact, and as I write I often learn new things about myself or the girls or even what we learned that day. Sometimes I plan to write about two or three things, but as I’m writing, I learn that there is something specific that really inspires me or that I think would be useful to my readers.
As I revisited and reflected on this particular day, what stood out to me was not the school work or the reading or the academics. What I remembered, mostly, was the dancing.
Today, as always, there was a lot of reading–that is a given every day. But we had been cooped inside after a cold snap, and as soon as I woke up I felt the potential for some emotional instability among all of the little women of the house.
When I taught preschool, they told us to try to “redirect” bad behavior from the beginning. It’s easier to redirect kids, to change the scenery, etc., than to deal with a meltdown. This morning I knew we were in need of some major redirection, and I received inspiration remembering one of our favorite summer activities: The Oakes Family Dance Party.
I didn’t say anything. I kept it to myself ready to pull it out as my ace in the hole. But the day went surprisingly well. There were no meltdowns or arguments. But perhaps there was something larger at work. A little bit of mother-daughter telepathy or something, because Sera ran in and said, “You know what we need today? A dance party!”
I laughed as I told her I had had that same exact thought, and she giggled thinking it was so funny. It was confirmed. Whether fate or coincidence I’ll never know for sure–but we were meant to have a dance party!
I have included many pictures for your viewing pleasure–even those that make my children look like awkward homeschooling interpretive dancers. Because, actually, that is kind of true. GOSH I love them.
They pretended they were Elsa and Anna from Frozen. When they got tired of that, I put on THE BEST iTunes (or Pandora, if you prefer) radio mix ever for a dance party:
Jackson 5 Radio.
It is impossible to not move to Michael or Stevie or Aretha. And the girls are proof:
Subjects covered today: Reading, dance, music, movement