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Unschooling Woes

This morning, I woke up wanting to cry. My snuggle time with J was not very snuggly, and he knew something was wrong with me when we finally got out of bed.

Something was wrong, but not with me per se. What was wrong was the direction our unschooling journey was taking us. Long story short, our son is addicted to watching Minecraft videos. And when he takes a break from watching those, he watches some vlogger who is either making and eating crap food, or sending the message that buying lots of sh*t for amusement is a good thing.

In short, B has been spending WA-AY too much time consuming – and consuming videos with little educational value – and no time creating.

Yes, that’s what I said. No building with Lego® blocks, no drawing or painting, no creating clay sculptures. And when he goes outside – which, unless the Internet isn’t working, only happens because we insist that he go out and get some exercise – he constantly asks when he can go back to his videos.

J and I messed up.

The worst part is, J and I have been modeling that behavior. I’ve been doing some creating via writing and making videos, but not nearly as much as I, deep in my heart, really want to.

Within a half hour of getting out of bed, my heart was so heavy with frustration and Mommy guilt that I went to the Tuff Shed to cry. And pray. But I didn’t pray much. All I could think was that it was time for J and I to have one of those “talks” that husbands love so much.

I went back to the house, expecting to find J in his usal spot in front of his computer, drinking his morning tea. But he wasn’t. He was pacing back and forth between the kitchen and living room, speaking in quiet tones.

Praying. About the same issues that have been bugging me for the past couple of days – including the time B spends on the computer (another one relates to my YouTube channel, but that’s a post for another day).

I asked J if he wanted to keep praying, but he said no, we could go outside and talk. Turns out we’re both on the same page about B’s unschooling. And on our own lack of expressing ourselves creatively.

If that wasn’t God, I don’t know what is.

We talked, prayed, made a decision. B won’t like it. He’ll go through a time of withdrawal, that’s for sure. All the radical unschoolers will disagree with my and J’s decision.

They can all go jump in a lake with their crazy ideas about letting their kids eat all the sweets they want, and then not making them brush their teeth. About not encouraging their kids to get away from the screen to try new endeavors and develop new skills.

I know that some adults who were radically unschooled as children, wish they hadn’t been. I don’t want B to become one of those adults. Not that we’ve been doing the “radical” thing, but you get my meaning.

I’ll tell you how it’s going in about a month.

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