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I’m going to let my Inner Geek out. Or maybe it’s my Outer Geek, and there’s no “letting” involved. It probably depends on who you ask. But I thought it was time to share something a little more lighthearted: Doctor Who-themed engagement photos!
Delightful “Doctor Who” Engagement Photos Come with Flying TARDIS. That’s right. They built their own TARDIS. How could any self-respecting geek not love that?
And just in case that’s not quite your brand of geekery, I’ll leave you with this:
A flowchart that tells you exactly which board game you should play. Because apparently Settlers of Catan is not the board game of choice in every single situation you might encounter. Who knew? (Hat tip to my friend Dan for pushing these both my way over the last week or so.)
And if those really aren’t your style, but you’re a bit of an Anglophile, there’s always these twenty-nine utterly delightful things that you’d only find in Britain. (Caution: a few of them are a bit off-colour. But then, it’s Britain. What did you expect?)
There are those who question why a Protestant believer – for that matter, a Baptist! – would read the blogs of Catholic believers. I question myself on that point at times, but then I once again come across something particularly thought-provoking and I remember why. Just this morning, one such post spoke to me.
I wish I had known how important patience is, and how meaningless outside appearances are.
There is an awful lot of outside pressure to get things right the first time. From the secular world, “getting things right” may look like having a super duper body, and fireworks in the bedroom every night, and maybe having one or two perfectly timed children who nicely complement your career. From the religious world, “getting things right” may look like being visibly joyful all the time, and having a respectful, decorous flock of children who just lurve to pray and volunteer and do their chores. Either way, you’re supposed to be a catalogue-ready example of that lifestyle within six weeks, and hold that pose indefinitely. And this is nuts. Dangerously nuts.
The above paragraphs summarize my struggle – as a woman, as a parent, as a Christian, as a writer, as a human – because it’s all fine, well and good to say I will not conform to the world’s view of me, but too often we are replacing that with conforming to other Christians’ view on how I should look, dress, act, raise my children, et cetera, instead of looking to God and His grace to cover us. Replacing secular man’s standards with religious man’s standards will result in guilt, shame, and stumbling, because whether it’s secular or religious, you’re still following the standards of fallen man.
So when I spend time mulling over the right educational choice for my child, that pressure pushes in on my peripheral vision. It’s one of the points that didn’t make it into yesterday’s post, because let’s face it: when I write a few paragraphs one day, add a bit the next day, and finally finish a post a few days later, the end result usually misses about half of what I intended when I first started. But, that’s what happens when you write around the needs of your littles. That’s what happens with life. All that to say, I didn’t even touch upon the topic of pressure from those around me regarding the choices for my child’s education.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I did mention the concept of grace at the end of my post, but I only touched on it. I didn’t dive deep. And you know what? This is one of those situations where I need to dive deep.
Because this isn’t about what my friends who educate at home think about me.
This isn’t about what my friends who educate via the public school system or a private school think about me.
This isn’t about what my family at church thinks about me, nor what my family by blood or marriage thinks about me.
In fact, it’s not about me at all.
I can do everything “right” when it comes to my child’s education, whether by secular or religious standards, and he still may take a different path. I can do everything “right” when it comes to my child’s health, whether by mainstream or alternative standards, and he might face chronic or acute health problems anyway. I can do everything “right” when it comes to the discipleship of my child, whether by Dobson’s, Pearl’s, Sears’, or Kimmel’s standards, but they still may walk away from family and from God.
It’s not about doing things right. It’s about trusting in His grace to cover the choices made, and acknowledging that ultimately, He is in control.
For those of you that didn’t know, I was educated at home for the final two years of high school, and my husband was educated at home from kindergarten through graduation. You might guess that we’re proponents of home education, and your guess would be correct. I’ve been studying different curricula and educational philosophies since my own senior year of high school, and have intended to educate my (future) children at home since that time.
Now, it’s time for the rubber to meet the road, and I find myself conflicted. It’s not that my opinion of home education has changed; I’m still quite in favor of it.
I still think that in the long run, it provides the best opportunity for a quality education tailored to each child’s needs. That said, do I think that every child who goes through the public school system receives a poor education? No. Do I think that every child who has been educated at home has received a stellar education? No. I’ve seen both situations run the gamut; and yes, you can throw private education into the mix, too – I’ve seen it fall into both categories, as well.
So here’s my dilemma: my toddler will soon be aging out of his qualification for “early intervention” services in our state, a program that is run at a county level from birth to three years of age. With this program, babies and toddlers with developmental delays can receive speech therapy, occupational therapy, and physical therapy, depending on the areas where they score low according to some standardized tests. This therapy is done “itinerantly,” within the support system of the child’s home (or wherever they spend their days, be that with a grandparent, a nanny, et cetera), at a frequency of one or two times per week.
Once they hit three years of age (or, actually, the even-more-arbitrary age of thirty-four months), they transition to a program run by the local school district rather than the county. If they continue to qualify, they may be recommended for a higher frequency of therapy visits during the week – or even for an integrated preschool classroom setting, where you’ll see a mixture of “typically-developing” children as well as children who are receiving therapies through the county’s program.
As of January, my son will be old enough for this program – and yes, he has received a recommendation from the evaluator that he enter the preschool classroom. Of course, as a parent, I have every right to say that we don’t want this service, and would rather receive his continued therapies within the comfort and familiarity of his own home. For that matter, if we wanted to, we could say that we didn’t want him to continue therapies at all, regardless of the testing and recommendations. We have that right.
You would think, with my background and affinity for home education, that I would say flat-out that he’s not going to a program run by our local school district, but that’s not taking into account a few things. First of all, the program is not run at the school – they farm it out to a local preschool / child care center. Not only that, but the very place where I was employed until I was six months pregnant with my firstborn. Furthermore, the special education teacher with whom I worked in my classroom is now the director of the program there. If there was going to be any place that I was comfortable sending my preschooler (and I nearly twitch as I type that, because in my mind, he’s still only two years old), it would be there.
After all, it would only be for two and a half hours per day. It would mean that he could receive his therapies in one consolidated location, versus having two different therapists in and out of our house multiple times during the week. And I try not to take into account the idea that it would give mama a small break, because ultimately, this isn’t about mama: it’s about the child. A “break” would be nice, sure, but I know there are plenty of mamas who educate special needs children at home, who have needs far greater than a speech delay and sensory processing difficulties.
If only those were the only considerations, though. But there’s something new that I have to take into account; something that didn’t exist when I worked there: Common Core. Oh, yes, that wonderful thing that’s causing all sorts of controversy at so many levels. Now, granted… I did Google to look up how Common Core guidelines affect things at a preschool program level in New York, and I couldn’t find anything that particularly rubbed me the wrong way. The only difference that I know of at this particular child care center is that instead of the teachers in each classroom setting up their lesson plans in conjunction with the curriculum that the center uses, they have one person in charge of lesson plans for ALL of the classrooms (to ensure that they meet Common Core guidelines), and from there, the teachers make changes to make the plans a better fit for the abilities and needs of the children in their particular classroom.
Well, while in theory that may free up the teachers from having to come up with entire lesson plans for each week, allowing them to better tailor those lessons for their pupils, in the long run, doesn’t it hobble them? They know their pupils better than the person who will be setting up the plans for all of the classrooms. Wouldn’t there be greater flexibility, and greater ability to meet those needs, if they don’t have to alter plans that are handed down to them, but are left to meet those needs organically?
You see, Common Core isn’t wrong because of the values it teaches. Common Core is wrong because it is an unconstitutional, federal usurpation of power. In fact, it’s not even directly from the federal government, but a private initiative from the Gates Foundation used by the federal government to coerce states. It is the very same “gun to the head” of the states that Chief Justice Roberts referred to in National Federation Of Independent Business v. Sebelius (Obamacare) with regard to the medicaid expansion coercion. Regardless, conservatives, libertarians, and moderates are all too in favor of such usurpation when it aligns with our values. This is not only wrong, it is extremely dangerous.
- Conservatives Are Completely Wrong on Common Core (Ben Swann)
Ultimately, my qualm with Common Core at the preschool level is not with the values it teaches, but that yet again we’re seeing an edict “from on high” that is meant to ensure that every program is painted with the same broad brush strokes. Every child must meet specific milestones. Every child but learn specific things. Because after all, unless they’re reaching these government-provided checklists, how will they ever manage to be prepared for the workforce? That’s what this ultimately comes down to, isn’t it? The workforce? The economy? Feeding the consumptive beast rather than allowing for individuality, creativity, and walking off the beaten path?
Oh, I’m sorry; is my libertarian side showing?
And all that is without even delving into Charlotte Mason’s educational philosophy when it comes to the preschool years, let alone what I’m going to discover as I read Better Late Than Early. Maybe it will turn my entire opinion on it’s head; I guess the only way to find out it to finish reading it. Oh, and then there’s the whole “how does our conviction about worshiping as a family affect our view of education” aspect.
(This is the part where you might just point out that I think to much. Or maybe you did that after the first two or three paragraphs, and I just didn’t hear you.)
I have time to figure this out, but it’s not unlimited. I meet with the school district to discuss all of this later this month.
Katie was right: parenting is hard stuff.
Ultimately, though, I have to remember what this all comes down to. It comes down to grace. I’m not going to sit here and quaver over whether or not sending my child to preschool is “God’s will,” or if I might be ruining him for life if I do so. That would be to live in fear, rather than taking my life verse to heart yet again.
For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
- II Timothy 1:7
It’s almost like there’s a reason that it’s my life verse. You know, because I keep needing to hear it. Over. And over. And over again.
Well. It’s been a while, my friends. It begs the question, “Where do I even begin?” I think I’ll take a baby step. I’m not going to worry about writing with a flourish (then again, have I ever?) … I’m not going to delve into a deep theological or political debate … I’m not going to regale you with stories of what I’ve been up to over the span of the last (almost) two years. I’m just going to share with you a few things that have caught my attention or touched my heart over the last few weeks, and we’ll see where things lead from there. Perhaps I’ll get back into the swing of things, as it were. Perhaps this will be a one-time thing. I’m not going to make any promises, but I will make that baby step.
I’m still no Catholic, although I have, admittedly, done a bit of searching in that direction in the past. (If I still have any sort of readership after my long absence, all of my fellow Baptists are clamoring to each other in shock over that statement. I know, I’m such a heathen.) That said, I do follow several Catholic bloggers, and what Haley at Carrots for Michaelmas had to say about her introduction to the Christian liturgical year has been rolling around in my head for the past few days…
He began a lecture for our Literary Classics of Christianity class by drawing a line across the board. He then drew two upward marks evenly spaced. The first he labeled Easter, the second Christmas. “This, friends, is what most of us in the South have grown up believing are the events of the Christian year. Wait, I’ve forgotten the Fourth of July,” and added a mark in the middle of the Christian Year timeline. Growing up in the South as an Evangelical Protestant, I knew he was right. Every Sunday at church feels pretty much the same except for those three days. Easter we had lilies. Fourth of July we sang “God Bless, America,” and Christmas was the last Sunday that we had to sing “Angels, We Have Heard on High” and hear someone belt out “O, Night Divine” as a solo.
“But this isn’t the whole story,” he told us. Then our professor started to add marks to the timeline. And not just marks, but blocks of time. There weren’t just a handful of special days to add, there were entire seasons I had never known about!
- Holy Time: The Gift of the Liturgical Year(Carrots for Michaelmas)
I’ve been working my way through Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, so I was delighted when someone recently shared this piece on women who marry boring men. It really struck home and, admittedly, might have made me tear up. A little. Perhaps.
Don’t ever forget it:
The real romantics are the boring ones — they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.
Be one of the boring ones. Pray to be one who get 50 boring years of marriage – 50 years to let her heart bore a hole deep into yours.
Let everyone do their talking about 50 shades of grey, but don’t let anyone talk you out of it: committment is pretty much black and white. Because the truth is, real love will always make you suffer.
Simply commit: Who am I willing to suffer for?
- The Real Truth about ‘Boring’ Men and the Women who Live with Them: Redefining Boring (A Holy Experience)
I have struggled a little with her writing style in the book (which I’m planning to review on here in the near future), but the more I read her blog, the more I realize that she really hits home with her content.
And on an entirely unrelated note…
With New York’s Republican primary not taking place until April, it had occurred to me that the whole dog and pony show might be a moot point by then. Would there even be more than one candidate left in the race, I wondered?
Well, apparently some of the Tea Partiers have had similar thoughts, and have decided that they’re not going to wait.
The TEA Parties in Western New York are not waiting for the Primary in NY State, we are having our own Tea Party Caucus. So far caucuses are being held here in Erie, Niagara, Orleans, Cattaraugus, Chautauqua, Monroe, Orange, Broome, and possibly Wyoming, Gennessee, Long Island, Staten Island and all points in between. We know more will be jumping on board.
If anyone knows of a caucus being held in Central New York (especially in the counties of Onondaga, Cayuga, and Oswego), please let me know, so that I can spread the word!