Meet and Greet Birthday Extravaganza!!

Weekend Meet and Greet. Link your blog and find new ones!

Dream Big, Dream Often

imagesWhat day is it??!!  My Birthday!!  And that means Meet and Greet Day!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
  4. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new bloggers to follow.  This helps also, trust me.
  5. And if you leave a link and don’t follow me, how about ya show ole Danny some love?

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and meet n greet your butts off!

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Once a Teacher, Never Again

I could start at the beginning, but it probably makes no more or less sense to do so. When I graduated from high school, I was off to college to learn to teach. That was 1993 and a lot has changed since then.

I did enjoy college and did my best to glean as much as possible from my time there. Proudly, I put myself through Western Illinois University and graduated with honors. When my education was complete, I was full of great ideas and determination. I would make a difference. The Kool-aid was tasty there and I drank heartily of all that I was told.

I believed that children needed to be educated and that I was going to spend my life doing just that. For years, I did some of that. I was good at it, too; managing chaos,creating unique learning experiences, having fun and being silly.

Then I had a son of my own, at the age of 33, and the real learning began. Heck, even before he was born, I was doing research on things I’d never given a passing thought. Things like vaccines, circumcision, attachment parenting, baby wearing, natural child birth, and probably even homeschooling. I read about positive discipline and ages and stages of development. I devoured everything I could think of to help me be the absolute best parent I was capable of being.

As much as I read, I also watched and listened to my son, B, and intuited what was right and best for us. He taught me to let go and trust, myself as well as him. Babies are amazing at knowing what they want and how to get it. The more in tune we became with each other, as he grew, I read up on homeschooling more. This little person had such a fire inside him to move, explore, learn, enjoy and experiment that I couldn’t imagine sending him off to school. I didn’t want him to lose even the tiniest ember of that fire.

Our days have been spent stoking his curiosity and profound uniqueness. School seemed like it would be a very square hole that my round peg should have no part of. The more I’ve read and trusted and watched B grow and learn, the more I’ve come to think of schools and schooling very differently. So,  B and I don’t home school in any traditional school at home scenario. We “unschool,” as it’s termed, which means we continue to learn as B has since day one. He learns what he wants, when he wants or as he deems it necessary. I facilitate and learn right along side him. I don’t teach. I may have once been a teacher, but never again.