Yesterday. (or a day In a life of an unschooling family)

Yesterday began with a humble buckwheat pancake and  a tall glass of yummy green juice. I was nourished, but my little girl was a little troubled with the dark appearance of said pancakes. She ate oh, one maybe two bites before I had to run to the kitchen to get something in her tummy before, well, she gets there.

The point of no return.

(Or for those who don’t have kids, the point beyond hungry where no sensitive mama dare to go: high-pitch screams coupled with writhing and contortions of sorts on the floor.)

Potential disaster averted, we clear dishes and we now magically transform our dining table into a lean mean art machine. Yesterday, I made a really cute paper chain craft that my little girl and I enjoyed making (on the blog soon!) and today, I have no end-product in mind. Just free form with lots of paper and pens and markers and paints and crayons and magazines. She’s been so into cutting lately. Cut cut cut cut.

I realize I am hungry already again so I grab an apple. She wants one too so we share. And then I remembered an email I needed to respond to. So I grab my computer and I tap tap tap. And consequently forget my sad little apple to wither away and shrivel up for the rest of the day.

We get ready for our playgroup. Back to the cutting board, I chop chop chop. Cut cut cut. Cook cook cook. I had made little sprouted tofu squares which my daughter immediately started to put into skewers. Brilliant. I roast some chickpea with a little salt, thyme and garlic. It was hard to keep popping it in my mouth.

I had told her we were going to have a lot of kids over. We had 3 families express interest in coming with a total of 6 kids. I was feeling so brave by hosting so many kiddos in our little home. And meeting new moms. Yes, all three families we’ve only met online through the unschooling group here in Seattle. And now they were coming to our home. I’ve been on a social meet up binge lately, feeling the after-effects of a rather isolating 4 years of being an introverted stay at home mama who used to feel a lot of anxiety being in groups of people and who had lost a community after abandoning her faith.

Well, one family made it.

And they were lovely.

Two moms with two kiddos came. I was grateful for new friends and grateful for this small courageous step of getting out of my comfort zone.

If we are going to do this unschooling thing, I’m gonna need  a network. a community. a people. a sisterhood.

I’m gonna need as much smart-ass strategy as I do soul. I’ve got a lot of soul already. I’m an unschooling mama bird who also wants to do many a multitude of things.

So I breathe in support. I breathe in the peace. I breathe in the answers that are already there.

Unschooling, here we go.