The ZPac Family

The ZPac Family

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Shmitle (rhymes with 'title")... OR.... the Beast at the Beginning

I would like to be a good writer. My sister and friend, bkwurm, whom I have mentioned before, is an aspiring writer and one of the best I know. Some of her prose rattles around my head at the most interesting times. The one about the trees and the seeds, in particular. She will know of what I speak and I don't have permission to publish the rest of that, but trust me, it's awesome! She writes all the time!

I have another friend who I mainly "see" online and she is a great inspiration on writing, too. She's a kick in the pants, a published writer, a great homeschooling mom and I really enjoy our discussions.

I used to think that being a writer meant that you had to write *good* all the time. Now I am beginning to realize that being a writer means only that you have to write *something* all the time, maybe even EVERY DAY, no matter what it looks or sounds like.

So, I carry my current books around (in case I get inspired by something I might by chance read, when I have a chance waiting in line or something) and my journal so that I have ONE PLACE to keep my thoughts. Because sometimes I feel as though my brain is too full of kid "assignments" and schedules and what all the little groups around me are doing....I can hardly remember the things I would LIKE to do, never mind all the things I HAVE to do. But if that is one bane of motherhood, pshaw! There are so many other wonderful things to dilute that.

Like this photo:

(Quick subject change and I get to talk about the kids). This is the kids idea of "shopping for boring new rugs for the kitchen with Mom". But, they learned about spatial relations (like my son can't actually fit onto the shelf in the store, at least not the way he wants to which is with his legs straight up in the air) and we talked about fractions and percentages and sale prices v. everyday prices. There was way more learning going on for all than I had originally planned. I just wanted to get new rugs! And we did, and they were a good price. Good for them, good for me, good for the house "finance department".

So, back to my "title". When I open a new post for posting, I immediately balk at the idea of giving something a "title". So, I try to find something random that might be eye-catching. Does today's "title" have anything to do with what I'm writing about? *SHRUG* You decide, dear reader. But I am getting new photos of the kids on the blog on a regular basis like I promised and I'm babbling a bit for purely entertainment value.

I do realize today that I'm beginning to get the hang of this writing thing (oh yeah, and that I can edit my posts!). And I'm enjoying it....

Now I'm off to write about completely different topics in my journal. And I don't give those pages a shmitle, just the date on the top of the page. Oh, I number my pages now, too. Thanks, Sistah!

Maybe I'll start giving those entries titles-shmitles, too. To practice-shmactice.

Hey! That's a good Shmitle.


~~Mama

Friday, January 19, 2007

New Discoveries




One can never be "too old" not "too young" for education.

I've been having these really great conversations lately about books with my friend and sister, "Bkwurm".




I found this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay in a book she had lying out on the kitchen counter:

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
And lie disheveled in the grass apart,
A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain,
While rainy evening drips to misty night
And misty night to cloudy morning clears,
And clouds disperse across the gathering light,
And birds grow noisy, and the Sun appears--
Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn,
How sharp an anguish even at the best,
When alls requited and the future sworn
The happy hour can leave within the breast,
I had no so come running at the call
Of one who loves me little, if at all. -- Edna St. Vincent Millay




I was talking to J earlier and sort of teasing her about Emily Dickinson's poetry. I heard recently that most of her poems can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas" and also the theme song to "Gilligan's Island".

So, I found a book of Emily's prose and this poem struck me:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
--
Emily Dickinson

So, time for bed, the little one said...........

~~Mama

ZBooks Partaken - 2007





Isn't our new library beautiful?!? It's in the South End addition. NOT!!!! Someday......

These are the books that we, Zawrotny-West, are reading or have read this year. This list was begun on January 19, 2007 and will be frequently updated.

1. The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde (mpz)
2. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald (mpz)
3. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea - Jules Verne (maz)
4. Thinking for a Change - John C. Maxwell (mpz)
5. Dumbing Us Down - John Taylor Gatto (mpz)
6. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - J.K. Rowling (all)
7. A Horse and His Boy - C.S. Lewis (audio - nqz)
8. The Persian Pickle Club - Sandra Dallas (mpz)
9. Ender's Game - Orson Scott Card (maz)
10. Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert Heinlein (maz)
11. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People - Stephen Covey (maz)
12. Forty Million Dollar Slaves - William C. Rhoden (maz)
13. Personhood: the Art of Being Fully Human - Leo F. Buscaglia, PhD. (mpz)
14. Solitary Witch - Silver Ravenwolf (mpz)
15. The Temple of Shamanic Witchcraft - Christopher Penzcak (mpz)
16. Tales from Shakespeare - Tina Packer (all)
17. Cutting the Ties of Karma - Phyliss Krystal (mpz)
18. Sai Baba; The Holy Man and the Psychiatrist - Sandweiss (mpz)
19. Our Town - Thorton Wilder

Except for "CSI", we have given up any television habit now that football is (almost) over. Back to reading.........

Monday, January 15, 2007

How Do You "Know" That They Are Learning???

This is a question I get constantly as a homeschooling mother. Most of the time I think "well, DUH!? How does ANYONE really "know" that they are learning?" Oh, right....they get a D+ on an English test right after the teacher got a speeding ticket that morning or they are "average" because they got great grades in one class, but failed another because they argued with the teacher.

When you fall on your face and break your nose, you will "learn" that you shouldn't skate around on the freshly waxed kitchen floor with new socks. When you get slapped with a late charge of $50 and the interest rate on your credit card goes from the 8.9% special to the "for normal instant gratification-ers" rate of 35.99% you might "learn" to pay your bills on time. There is no end to these types of lessons.

Our current "average" standard is to "test" and "measure" and for our children to memorize facts for one purpose...one short-sighted, momentarily milestone.....THE EXAM. That is so backward to the Realism of life.

Our family considers itself an organization of "LifeLearners" so the "tests" are every moment, every single day.

I have a story in mind here that has prompted this musing.

Daddy has the day off in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. So, we thought we would take the day rather leisurely and sleep in a bit (perhaps 8:30am vs 7:15am).

Our two children were making the usual noises in the living room. "That was MY spot!" "Where's green blanket and ducky?" .... "No, that's MY crossbow!" (a very elaborate, original structure made from Lego's). Girl's first words nearly every morning are "I'm Hungry, Mama!" I've discovered that bread is a quick precursor to breakfast and ... they can get it themselves.
They can turn the television on and watch "PBS Sprout" since they are 7 and 3. So I heard "Teletubbies" in the distance while I was working myself casually out of sleep.

So, Boy wanders into the bedroom about 9:00am, gives me a kiss on the nose and whispers "Mama! We have a surprise for you!" Here's what we found:

Our 7 year old and our 3 year old, without hollering at each other and working as a team, pulled out the silverware, china plates, matching placemats (*I* don't even remember where I put those!!!), glasses, set the table, poured water, made toast for me and, get this.....a ham sandwich for Daddy! ... AND managed to find "oranges" for garnish (the are actually lemons off of the tree from the backyard, but, SO WHAT!?!?!?) Oh yeah, they didn't break anything or make a huge mess (probably because they have "learned" that they are responsible for cleaning up their own messes).

Perhaps you think there is nothing so unusual about this. Well, here is what is particularly interesting....we don't set the table this way for our everyday family meals. So, it isn't like Boy has learned to set the table because it's his "job" at mealtimes. We have, however, experienced this treatment when we have been guests at other's homes or if we have had special holiday meals or have guests over. So, what prompted my children to get up and give us this special gift? Well, they LEARNED it somewhere and I *know* that this was never a specific, structure, "lesson" in our house. However, they have seen Daddy and I be kind to one another and make breakfast for each other and/or the family, you know.....everyday stuff. They have seen (and heard) us each own up to our mistakes and offer sincere apologies when necessary. In our very exclusive private school (the tuition is just the right price, too) we do not use any structured curriculum. I run quickly the other way whenever such things are offered or suggested or I am criticized because I don't use one. We are raising Leaders, not automatons.

Normal life is learning every moment. The "training" that is suggested in public schools that life is a series of "jumps" from test to test to exam to graduation to first job rejection to working 50 years to retirement at 67 and then death the following year is so oppressive and depressing! We have chosen to guide our children and lead by example. We are kind to each other and those around us. We stand up for ourselves, we work to protect those that need protecting from tyranny and abuse and we live our lives in love and joy. We realize, as a family that all of our seeking and yearning is useless until we learn that whatever we search for outside of ourselves will never be achieved until we can look inside and find it for ourselves, first.

This cute little table with toast for breakfast (and chocolate donuts for dessert) may not be such a big deal in First Grade, or "count" in other structure curriculum but it showed us without a doubt that our children have "learned" valuable skills. And they never had to stress out studying for The Test. This experience brought tears to our eyes and swelled our hears with pure joy. All of us.

How do we *Know* our children are learning? We talk with them. We communicate with them, we don't push them to "memorize" or "conform". Their integrity speaks for itself. And we learn from them as well.

We ARE "the changes we wish to see in the world".

~~The Mama

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Is it a NEW YEAR already????







I Love my Afghan, Babci!!!!!!

Happy New Year everyone! Girl and Daddy were ill with a stomach bug for the NYE celebrations. Then Boy fell ill and then finally, I got it. But we are all healthy now.


Don't worry.....she doesn't look like this permanently. At least we don't think this is permanent! :D

We got through the silly season and we just have to get away from these windy conditions. While it doesn't snow here. Usually, we might all be blown off the map.

And this week it is COLD!!!! Not "MamaCold". Downright, DADDYSaysItsCold--Cold!

So here is what we (well....one of us) are (is) doing now;



We. are. in. so. much. trouble.


Girl is taking a dance class. It's scary how much natural talent she has. AND she has informed me that she want a pair of ballet slippers BEFORE the next class!

We. are. in. so. much. trouble......... Did I mention that?

~~Mama