Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Day Twenty-One: Educating With Different Genders

He stopped reading mid-sentence and scratched his arm... which reminded him he had biceps... and then he became distracted flexing those beauties. I oohed and aahhed for a moment then traced my finger back over the text to prompt him to commence reading. He continued and I smiled to myself in wonderment over the difference between this young lad and my girls.
 
Gender differences in your homeschool will cause you to stop and scratch your head unless you're aware that not every curriculum or book or activity will smoothly succeed without at least considering gender. I'm so thankful God created boys and girls the way He did. Their contrasting qualities are interesting and awesome to teach. Having three daughters before a son had surely set me on a one-track teaching style. It took some creativity and advice to be able to alter my thinking in educating all four of my children.
 
Some children do not fit the typical gender tendencies and that's delightful too. Keep in mind, your daughters may struggle to pay attention and your boys may exhibit language skills earlier. (Just a note: although I am not presently dealing with learning disabilities,, I've taught learning-challenged kids in school and watched friends and family battle with decisions surrounding these. This is where that homeschool support group is invaluable. You're guaranteed to find another family dealing with the same circumstances to a large or small degree.) I love veteran home educators who have a wealth of wisdom when it comes to various issues I encounter.

One such source was our local homeschool convention's keynote speaker, Andrew Pudewa, who addressed the wonderful design of our children in his seminar, "Teaching Boys And Other Children Who Would Rather Make Forts All Day". He highlighted the way boys, especially, find it difficult to learn in a classroom designed for doing seat work for long periods of time--quietly--without too much wiggling. He shared humorously about how homeschooling allows boys (and others :) to utilize their own learning style. He paced back and forth in front of the audience, becoming louder at times, and using hand movements like punching the air to speak. He was demonstrating how to keep a boy's attention. It was hysterical. I've remembered some of Pudewa's concepts like, some boys need competition to remain motivated. Others need a calm environment that is not busy with items all over the walls or too much noise in the atmosphere. They need to have the option to stand, lean or move while learning. I've been able to take his, and others' advice, and implement them in my home. We also employ brain breaks, and I try to listen to my children on how they feel they'd learn better.
 
Since kids are often the best judges of how they learn, their input is important...except when they feel they need candy between math and spelling (yes, that's been an "educational" request :) Oliver always asks for some physical activity before schoolwork. He enters the schoolroom by flipping his body over our reading chair and he sometimes bounces when he's telling me a story. Molly knows that she needs a quiet place to stay on task as the calling out of questions from her siblings throws her off. Emily's excitement for learning first thing in the morning is often squelched if she answers a question incorrectly. Her perfectionist quality makes it difficult for her to feel that it's okay to make mistakes and that she can still be successful the rest of the day. She needs verbal affirmation. Meghan desires a strict schedule and cannot be distracted by her loud, physical brother, who is calling for her to wrestle while she's working on English :) Gender is often a predictor of learning style, but not entirely. My daughters absolutely need quiet or even solitude and my son needs activity between each subject to get his brain functioning well. Once I figured out how my little students each focused best, I had to suppress my ideal of recreating the classrooms I had when I was teaching in traditional school. But, wow, did it ever wake me up to the fact that I hadn't fully been capable of applying this to my dear students who needed it just as much as my own children. There's a model for school, and it can be altered slightly, but it's difficult to apply these principles completely for each child.
 
 
The propensity for curriculum content is another difference between genders. My girls, for instance, all loved the stories in the Pathway Readers that I supplemented with their Sonlight readers. I was excited to share these sweet stories with my son, who was an emergent reader, but he became tired of "too many girl parts in there". When I'm planning a unit study, I know I must have active facets in the lessons for my son, while the girls love the crafty applications. Both my girls and boy enjoy movement and art, however, if I designed a study using only one aspect of learning, I'd have a dissatisfied student in the mix while the others would be okay with it. Subject matter is important as well. Our Little House Study was wonderful... as long as Pa's gun, hunting and log cabin building were emphasized for my boy. The girls were happy learning how to make bees wax candles and needlepoint.

Just as learning style and curriculum are considerations for different genders, performance expectations are also critical. If your first born is a girl and she reads at age three and your next child is a boy and he still doesn't even care about reading when he's seven, you have to decide if you're going to allow him the opportunity to learn at his own pace or place the same standard on him that you held for your daughter. It may be the other way around in your family and that is the fantastic diversity God has created in children! In Oliver's case, his fine-motor skills developed at an earlier age than his sisters, while decoding words took longer. I must accept whatever level each of my children is at without comparison to the sibling above them.
 
Fortunately, home education grants opportunity for the prosperity of your children when it applies to gender. As a parent, you are in the position to know your children well and search out the best curriculum, environment and activities to suit their genders. Enjoy the richness that accompanies your boys and girls! 
 
 
 

Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Small Haven

I make quinoa salad and she wipes dirty faces. We laugh and talk of homeschooling and her latest thrift store finds. My sister's home is a haven when I need a little country living and some good understanding from one who's trodden nearly all the same paths of life with me. A little rocking of Baby on the porch, a cup of tea, three boys who've waited so long to be together, a few reminders of why we're doing this life the way we're doing it, and I'm ready to head home full of inspiration.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Love you, Holly!
A few kiddos missing from the photos but, you get the picture :)

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Manhood Practice

He runs the capped razor over his smooth, six year-old skin while my scruffy husband buzzes his much thicker manhood. The elder, then slices the remaining stubble till those jaws feel like butter again. Our boy, who's watched every move for a long time now, keeps the shaving rhythm like he's been endowed with a real face-full.
 
  
My boys shaved together tonight. It was a milestone that, although celebrated early, was partaken with vigour!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The Family Gathers 'Round


They arrive right on the birth day of each child, these grandparents who always do it right. Parties are often dated whenever it works best for all involved but when it comes to family, you can count on them to gather 'round to make the turning of a new number special.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

A Boy's Prayer

"Dear Lord, Thanks for us... and here's our names: Meghan, Molly, Emily and Oliver and Mommy and Daddy." 
"Amen"

It's simple and it's sweet but I know that I should tell him that God already knows his name. I should probably let this precious boy know that his name is actually written on God's hand and that He knows how many hairs are on my son's head. But he snuggles under the sheets and he closes his eyes. He's my child who is asleep in a minute after the light is out. And so I kiss his soft forehead and remind myself to teach him tomorrow that our great God is thinking about a little boy, all cuddled up in bed, toy cars lined up along his room, Finnegan (his stuffed dog) tucked tightly between his arms, with his Mommy beside him (Psalm 139:17).

I slip into the living room and ponder such profound thoughts. 
Perhaps the Lord wanted me to remember these promises tonight.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Peely Eggs and Mud Bikes

He rubs his sleepy eyes and pulls up a stool to the kitchen counter. I ask him what kind of egg he would like this morning and he dozily replies, "Peely egg... no, melty egg, please." I smile and turn to the frying pan to make an egg for my boy that drips just right, not too squishy, not a peely egg, which is hard-boiled. I think about prayer time last night when I stroked his stubbly buzz cut and listened to his words as he began, "Dear Jesus-God-Lord..." I love this boy's terminology for things and I never correct them (although he's quite correct in his prayer address :) I want them to last and last.

A few days ago, my husband took him down to the nursery parking lot and showed him how to ride his two-wheeler, which is a "dirt bike" given by his grandparents. Terry had barely a minute holding onto the back of that seat before that boy took off at high-speed, as though he'd always known how. His face was beaming and he happily declared to me that now he can ride his mud bike :)


Thursday, April 21, 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

Capturing Moments


It's dinner and it's unusually late. He climbs across my legs and huddles into a little ball, bottom up. I don't even notice at first because I'm used to his body being attached to mine throughout the day. Sometime between bites and listening to the buzz and hum of little girl voices, chattering on about their day, I sense the "lump" that I've been subconsciously, carefully eating over. Yes, my boy is tired and apparently not eating so much tonight. With my camera on the counter right behind me from grabbing a photo earlier, it was the perfect opportunity to capture life as it is with this snugly four year old. How much longer will he "turtle-shell" it on Mommy's lap during dinner? My guess is, not long. So capture it we did.


Gratitude:


685. Molly's gratitude today, "Mommy, I love how the rain stops when we drive under a bridge."

686. the sound of birdsong in the morning... they're back :)

687. the way he gets all giddy when he's trapping ants (that would be my husband)

688. the way he PVRs the Duggars every day... seriously? Why ever did we "block the blessing"? :)

689. a fantastic homeschool conference!

690. moving from ballet slippers to toe shoes... a blog post in itself soon

691. how she inspired my new laundry organization

692. friends of all sorts who each give something new to offer

693. Jonathan Park CDs that my kids adore listening to as we drive

694. the way the Lord stopped the rain for my husband's workers to finish construction

695. healing prayer

696. a Love that casts out fear

697. the POTENTIAL of my spring cleaning

698. Annie, who keeps me eating "clean"

699. a twelve year-old who confesses and apologizes easily

700. his sleepy snuggles during late dinners

Friday, February 11, 2011

My Guy

I have this little guy. He's full of vigor and vim and he loves to eat conversation hearts. I asked him to hold one up for me so I could take a photo and since he can't read, he chose one randomly. As soon as the shutter button was clicked, he popped it in his mouth. It wasn't until later, when I looked closely at that tiny piece of sugar in the photo, that I realized what he had held up. It read, "Your Guy".
My heart was struck.
My little Valentine :)

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Adventure With A Boy

He holds up three fingers because that's what he's used to. He giggles and pops up his pinky to make four. Today it's his birthday and he tells us that he's four but then he'll be five. I don't like the sound of that. Wrapping my mind around the fact that my baby has been on this earth for four whole years makes it seem like life is flying by and I just want time to stand still for awhile. But, I'm proud and thrilled with his growth and his new skills and well, his many questions...
Oliver leans over the arm of the couch and thrusts his fist out and punches the air. "Mommy, are we allowed to hit bad people?" I finish typing an email and turn toward him. Somehow, I don't ever see these types of questions coming (perhaps because I've been a mommy of three daughters for so long?).
I take a deep breath. I know I'm "supposed to" allow him to exercise those masculine desires for heroism but how do I keep from stifling that while discouraging the violence? Hmmm. I slur out something about helping the bad people to learn how to be good and to love God in the end. It feels painfully inadequate.
He stares for a moment then slides down off the couch. He steps toward me and our eyes lock. Then my boy raises those eyebrows and says, "I wish there would be some left-over bad people so we can kill them with our swords!"
Really? I don't get it. Daddy needs to talk with this boy. Swords? We don't even have any... oh yeah, the foam one. Doesn't Dobson say something about this? Note to self: must read the book :) In any case, four is going to be an adventure I'm sure.

Oliver, I'm looking forward to the ride with you, Little Man. Happy Birthday :)
On that note, I'd like to continue my gratitude to the Lord for His bountiful goodness...
571. for a lovable, affectionate, hockey and Hot Wheels-loving four year-old boy
572. for three in the tub (not much longer, I'm sure)
573. for an early winter melting of snow and the toboggans that arrived the next day (now for the wait)
574. for early morning sister phone calls
575. for another sister who works on me hard to convince me to join a group (what are sisters for?)
576. for God's mercy during eight days of sickness this week
577. for the new beginning of January
578. for this new decade
579. for completed puzzles (oooh, I love the joy that comes with this)
580. for comments I've received from new blogger friends (I'm really not writing just for my mom? ha ha!)
581. for my husband's explosive laughter when his team (Toronto Maple Leafs) scores
582. for friends who will always be there no matter what changes in my life
584. for a fresh gift from heaven, Baby Katie (can't wait to meet you!)
585. for a newly painted laundry room
586. for the Christy movies
587. for a truck cake after many pink, Barbie or Polly Pocket cakes :)
588. for the freedom in confession
589. for the constant piano tinkering in our home
590. for fresh, clean sheets on every bed
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!