There are many moments in a day that are so precious to me. I feel like unschooling has helped me see how special this time actually is. When I see my children directing their own learning and growth, I feel giddy and peaceful at the same time. I know that trusting them to lead the way is the best thing I can offer to them on this path.
The moments I love are when I drop what I am doing to take Two for a walk to see “Chimas yights!” after dinner or when I rush over to see a funny part of Spongebob, relishing my children’s spontaneous delight. Or when Seven has been playing a game for hours, and I finally get a chance to sit while he shows me what he has been working on. When Five wanders over to the stove to tell me his thoughts on the binoculars he wants for Christmas, and then asks what I want.
I enjoy the sounds of our home slowly coming to life in the mornings, as Two has a big smile and hugs for his brothers, first thing. Or the sounds of whispering in the bathroom after Two is asleep, and the olders asking each other “would you rather” questions while they brush their teeth.
I used to be afraid that these moments were fleeting; now I understand them as part of the continuity of our life long relationships with each other. Which helps me cherish them even more.
