Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Sun-Gold Glory

The grass stalks caught in the setting sun become magical. 

I never tire of the way they grasp at the light. 




She climbs a tree in the last light - the disappearing sun illuminates her joy and determination. 



My Dino baby is five - the last of my little ones. 

She's ready to explore the world and ready to be enthusiastic about all the curious things she comes across. She loves to wade in puddles, carefully tuck her dolls into bed, boss her uncle around and distribute cloud dough all through the house.

Her laugh is infectious, and she is well practiced at cute, and uses it to her advantage. 

It turns out little dinosaurs, just like little kids, grow up way too fast. 

Monday, November 8, 2021

Mary Poppins

An evening walk - my stubborn, sunshine girl insists on bringing an umbrella, putting all our eyes at risk with her wild swinging. 
"I'm Mary Poppins!" she tells us. Mary Poppins does have strong connections to our area - the author was born not so very far away. 
The girls run and play with the umbrella until we finally confiscate it after she hurts her hand in the mechanism - shocked at the small pain despite our warnings. 
They run and play, light-footed and so very free in the fading light. 


Time (in a bottle)

If I could save time in a bottle 
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is save every day 'till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce

Time passes so swiftly, my little ones grow so fast. The days of small people around me is vanishing so quickly. And I don't understand how there are so many love songs about relationships between adults, and so few about the deeper and more enduring love for ones children. And many of those that are around are deeply dark. I wish I could save my little ones at at all their ages, and keep them with me for always. To see them grow is also an adventure... but... the days just go so fast, and so many things distract from the important. 


Storm Roses


In the eerie pre-storm light I looked out the bathroom window and am struck by how my roses look. 
Their rich scents and the way they look like they're dancing to some wild, unheard music enchants. 

Sunrise Spider Beauty


While they stereotype of spiders is that they are black or brown, hairy legged creatures of horror, once you start looking, there are actually hundreds of dainty, delicately coloured spiders, with almost translucent legs, downy bodies, and sweet expressions (despite the eight eyes.) 

I know I may win few converts to the beauty and appeal of spiders, but I am quite convinced of their attraction myself, and full of the delight of a new discovery. 

This one was found just after sunrise on a stalk of marram grass at Rainbow Beach (see, they like the beach - how Australian!) 

I'm unsure what she was breakfasting on (and truly don't want to know) but her expression was particularly sweet, although hard to catch in the low light. 

Sisters (and a schooling rant)


My youngest daughters are best friends. 

The eldest doesn't admit that they are, but they are. 

When the eldest isn't at school they spend their time playing and talking together, or at least near each other, their imaginations take them on wonderful journeys together. They share toys and clothes, fall asleep next to each other and wake up next to each other most mornings. They squabble (constantly) but they work it out. Watching them play and learn together is one of my greatest joys. Reading to them, watching them draw and paint, listening to their wild and fantastical stories is a constant delight. 

I took these photos on a recent weekend at the beach, when they were drawing together on the back verandah of the beach house. And I remember that happy, quiet, involved state of play, with the sound of the sea in the background, with goannas close by and birds trilling, darting and gliding.

I remembered it particularly during a school meeting this week, discussing how to help the future schooling of one of my other, more challenging, children. 

And one of the liaison teachers said that it was important for my child's socialisation that they attend a physical school. (As opposed to the distance education one I've been looking into for one of the kids.) 

And I tilted my head and considered. I didn't say anything at the time (although I expect my expression might have said it for me) but I thought that was rubbish. 

And, what's more, it was very hard not to withhold my respect for her as an educator. Which is somewhat unfair, as I'm sure she works hard in a very difficult area. 


However. Like my kid, I'm neurodiverse person and I vividly remember what torture much of my school years were - despite the fact I adore learning. (The rush of discovery and research, the thrill of a new book. I'm presently doing a Masters of Ancient History for the joy of it, and I hanker to get to do a phd. Not because I think it'll end in a job - quite the reverse - but for the sheer exhilaration of the knowledge unearthed and stretching my brain.)

However. Much as I try I can't separate the history obsessive within me from the everyday person. I just can't. It's itching to get out and correct her. 

And historically, the idea of corralling hundreds of children away from their families and educating them on a government set curriculum is, to say the least, exceptionally new, with many, many examples to be found of its massive flaws. 

The very last thing it teaches is socialisation. At least for kids who already come from a settled family where learning is honoured. 

In general, I have a lot of respect for teachers. Especially at the moment. They care, teach, guide, protect, spark the imagination, harness potential... but... 

They are hampered by a system and a framework that's too big and unwieldy. Too many of them are suffering from burnout, overloaded with paperwork and classes that are unrelenting and challenging.

And not every child will be able to cope with the size and stresses of a school, of being forcibly detained in crowded rooms with a hoard of loud peers, many of whom will try to bait them. 

The present schooling system is one of the best we can come up with, within the constraints of parents working outside the home, budget, lack of community and family supports and governments that don't take educational research on board. 

But 'one of the best we can come up with' isn't going to work with every kid, and it particularly isn't going to work well with neurodiverse or traumatised kids who spend the entire time at school in flight or fight mode. 

I should know. I was one of those kids. I chose flight. And flew into my own imagination and the world of stories and books. I had some brilliant, dedicated teachers. But being around my peers? 

To be honest, kids, and particularly tweens and teenagers need some diluting. Lumping hundreds of them together when they're hormonal, irrational, intense and angsty, doesn't make much sense. (And yes, I remember thinking that back in school, trying to navigate crowded hallways full of loud and screaming girls. Each of whom was fine as an individual, but as part of a group was like a barrage of sound and fury.) 

Unless you go into teaching, precisely what workplace does a school prepare you for? 

A battlefield? 

Maybe politics? 

(I admit it, my kids going to school has brought back a LOT of PTSD. I greatly disliked it the first time around, and I'm not liking it any better going through it with my kids.) 

The school system as we know it today was largely started to keep kids off the streets so their parents could do factory work. And so kids could read the bible. While I'm glad my kids don't need to work in mills or down the mine, and have the opportunity for schooling (I'm making one of my girls read I am Malala so she has a better understanding of the importance of education, and how hard some people must, and do, fight for it,) my kids also have options to learn at home. And I never forget how lucky we are that they do. 

And while there are many reasons I'd like my kids to attend a physical school - their socialisation isn't one of them.