It’s been more than two years since I last invited everyone to come in and meet my family. They’ve been lots of changes in that time. If you’re an old friend you will have visited us many times. You will know all the latest news. But what if you’ve never been here before? Then I invite you to knock at our cream front door. Someone will open it and invite you in.
“Come on in and meet my family.”
“Felicity isn’t here,” I’ll say. She’s 26 years old. She left home when she was 18. For the last 6 years or so she’s been living in Perth. Perth is a long way from where we live, about as far as you can go from here without leaving Australia. She lives there with her husband Graham. They married two years ago.
“Here’s a photo, “ I say. It’s not up-to-date. We haven’t seen Felicity and Graham since their wedding.
I call for the boys. Duncan appears. He smiles in his own quiet way. He’s 25. He is well on his way to completing his Masters of Teaching. He wants to be a primary school teacher.
Let me introduce you to Callum. He holds out his hand. Watch out. His grip is strong. He works out. He grins. He’s been working full time at Aldi as a trainee manager for the past couple of years. In his spare time he is a true unschooler, following his passion for cars. He has plans which involve cars and further study and a small business. He has a deep bass voice and sings with the choir… whenever he remembers to turn up for the practices.
Imogen tears herself away from her computer where her fingers have been flying over the keys. She’s almost 19. She’s in her second year of an arts degree: Professional Writing and Publishing. She wants to be an editor as well as publish her own novel. She’s a musician: a singer and pianist.
Charlotte wanders in. She’s 16. She’s interested in drawing and digital art, writing and chemical explosions. She sings and plays the piano too. She knows her own mind and has a wicked sense of humour.
Sophie is in the kitchen. She’s cooking chocolate oatie biscuits. She’s 12, has beautiful big eyes, is kind-hearted and everyone’s friend. Her older sisters are her heroes. She yearns to have their talents. She doesn’t realise she has talents of her own.
Last in line: Gemma-Rose. Nine years old. Loves writing and drawing, sewing and cooking. Wow! She has grown so much in the last couple of years. Those long legs help her keep up when we all go running. But she’s still small enough to climb on my lap for a hug.
My husband Andy isn’t here. He’s at work. He’s a primary school teacher. I think that’s rather a funny occupation for an unschooling father. He’s the love of my life, of course, my high school sweetheart, my best friend. We’ve known each other a very long time.
I show you another photo; “This is Thomas.” He lived for a day and changed our lives forever.
We have a few more children, seven in fact. But you can’t meet those. We haven’t even met them ourselves. They died far too soon. But one day…
Introductions have been made. The kettle is on and Sophie’s biscuits are out of the oven. Sit down. While we eat, I’ll tell you a bit about my blog.
I like to write stories. These are my unschooling stories. They are about my family. They include my ponderings on parenting and education. They are my observations from bringing up my own children. I sometimes share interesting and useful resources I have discovered. I write about my love for my children and our unschooling life. Neither is perfect and I’m not either, so I sometimes write about the difficult times too.
I try to write from a personal point of view. I’m not an expert. I don’t write in order to tell people what to do. All families are different. We need to do things our own way, but we can share ideas and encourage each other and be friends.
I invite you to share my stories. I invite you to stop and say hello. Will we be friends? I hope so.