I am pleased to announce that I will soon (I believe in the March/April issue) be published again in Life Learning Magazine. Here is the article that will run:
Life Learning Guilt
by. Jerritt Dayhoff
This article is not about your kids. My guess is that the majority of the books and articles that you read are about your kids. This is about you, because you deserve it, I swear, you do. Keep reading.
“I feel like I’m failing them, they fight all the time… that can’t be right,” says my friend, and neighbor, J, as she stands in my entry hall. It’s 9 pm, and it’s been a long day for her. “Sometimes it’s hard,” she says, as tears well up, “maybe pulling them out of school was a huge mistake.” Thankfully, we both have wonderful husbands, who get that life learning is not always the delightful endeavor it appears to always be in many books. We hit the craft store, tooling around, venting. She’s not alone, we have our issues, too. We both have multiple children – me three biological, one step child, J – four kids age eleven and younger. Days are rarely quiet, both of us have very spirited children.
Our friend, S, also an unschooling mother of four small children, has a wonderful habit of saying, within a few minutes of sitting down for a visit, “how’s unschooling working out for you right now?” It’s actually a wonderful tool. So many places we go we have to act like everything is perfect all the time, otherwise, why would we chose to take on this “extra” work? So having someone totally be like, “lay it out, we’re cool,” -- it helps.
“My job satisfaction is low right now,” says J, the last time the three of us got together. There were knowing and understanding nods. This life, while we all agree to be beneficial and a wonderful experience for our children and ourselves, can be unbelievably confusing and exhausting sometimes. Having friends, especially those that get it, and don’t judge, helps a lot.
So why can it be so hard? And why, when we feel tired and worn to the bone do we first and foremost blame ourselves? “I feel like I’m failing them,” says J, and “I feel like someday they may be laying on a therapist’s couch talking about what I did to them.” Why is this where we turn first? Why not, instead, that this is normal kid behavior that we can help them to learn to work through? Why? Because that’s not what society tells us to do with those feelings.
Parenting is hard work, especially when you’re trying to live as consensually as possible with your children. It means everyone gets a say, and when the adults are outnumbered by the kids, that can be really hard sometimes. It gets even more difficult when the kids don’t always get along, and when some of the kids are toddlers, while others are starting the road to puberty, or when your kids may not be the most easy going of children.
Let’s face it, kids fight, even kids living consensually, and with parents who are committed to peaceful life learning. Sometimes they fight with other kids, sometimes they fight with their siblings, sometimes they fight with their parents. Our job as parents is not to make the fighting disappear, but to make sure everyone feels safe and heard, and to try, if possible, to find a solution that appeases everyone.
Conflict is a part of a healthy society. We, as a family, are our own micro-society. It is how that conflict is expressed that makes the difference between whether we enjoy living in our society or not. So how can we assuage our own guilt over the conflict, and make life more enjoyable for everyone involved? It isn’t easy, my friend, but it can be done, at least somewhat successfully.
First, we, as mothers (and fathers, too, but mothers especially), need to stop blaming ourselves. Not everything is our “fault.” We need to stop focusing on blame and fault and start focusing on positive solutions. Blame doesn’t make things better. It simply gives you the guilt. Guilt, boy, it sucks. It’s the “what if,” “maybe I should have,” “if only I had done this or not done that.” Guilt is the voice that creeps in when you’re tired, or frustrated, or feeling like something’s not working. It gnaws at your confidence as a parent and a life learner, and erodes living in peace with each other.
That guilt comes from many places – our families, our friends, how we were raised, the schools our kids may have left, the messages that come constantly from the media around us, the fact that there are few representations of our lifestyle in any mainstream forum. The guilt makes us afraid. It puts the blame on us, the mothers (yep, guys, it’s almost always mom that gets the blame, sorry), for not doing enough, being enough, trying hard enough. That guilt tells us our children “should be reading now,” “should know their multiplication tables,” “will never get into a good college.” That guilt convinces us that our children would “not argue,” “would be better socialized,” “or be more involved,” if they were in public school. It tells us our kids would be different, better, less difficult, if only we were not their parents, or were better parents, or didn’t unschool.
Be prepared, I’m going to shout:
LET THE GUILT GO!!!
It’s not helping you at all. It’s easier said than done, people. I struggle with it everyday. In fact, I am pretty sure that my husband may laugh out loud when he realizes that I am writing a piece about letting go of guilt, as he has spent the better part of our marriage trying to get me to do the same thing. I was raised in a culture with some heavy guilt overtones. So for me, it’s a struggle not to first blame myself, but it’s necessary -- for me, and for you -- if we’re going to truly enjoy our life as it is.
If you are able to do the following, the guilt will lessen. It will, I swear, but you have to commit to these things in the same wholehearted manner that you have committed to unschooling your children:
1) Own your Decisions – honestly, they are yours, they are important to your life. Stop apologizing for them, and rationalizing them, and just own them as yours, and right for your family. You don’t have to explain them to anyone. You are an adult. This is your family, no one else’s.
2) Find a non-judgmental, non-competitive friend – sometimes that’s easier said than done, but it’s important. I’m talking about someone that you don’t have to clean your house for when they visit. Someone who isn’t going to talk constantly about how much better their kids are than yours. Someone who is okay with how you parent, even if it’s not how they parent. You deserve it. You owe it to yourself. Find them! You can search on-line, join local groups, talk to people at your kids’ activities, whatever, just don’t give up. I can guarantee you, that that person may save your sanity, and allow you enough space to see that you’re not caught in the swirling vortex of crazy life that you sometimes feel you are.
3) Realize that life isn’t always greener – It’s true. For a couple of years, I worked full time, had kids in day care, preschool, and public school, and… I was exhausted, and felt crazy all the time. I never had time with my kids, we were always just revolving through our separate days. I felt like I could be good at my job, or a good mom, but never both. School always needed something, homework was horrible, and my kids weren’t happy or thriving. Every time I feel like I am nearing the end of my rope, my husband generally needs to only remind me that it isn’t better. In fact, now since my son, who has special needs, would also be in school, life would be even harder than before. I get it, I do, but in moments of difficulty, another life always seems greener. I’m here to remind you, though, that it’s not. I promise. Not for you, or your kids.
4) Slow down! – I would say 80% of my crazy days stem from me doing too much, planning too much, expecting too much, or trying to be super mom. Some of you are nodding. I know you are. The days when I slow down, when I truly follow my kids’ lead, when we aren’t over-scheduled, or I don’t try and grocery shop with cranky kids, it’s better. Of course, sometimes, it’s not an option to just stay home, I get it. I am there often myself, but if you can slow down in any way, do it. Stay at home for the day. Sit and watch your kids invent a new game or build a castle with the couch cushions, it will be better. I promise.
5) Find something that is yours – I mean by that, find a hobby, something you have a passion for, something you love doing, or have always wanted to learn how to do. Maybe you like to knit, or garden, or write. Maybe it’s just reading romance novels. Maybe you work a few hours a week, or want to learn how to take better photographs, or spend some time volunteering. Whatever it is, protect it. Don’t feel guilty about carving out time for yourself to be able to do it.
Being a life learner, doesn’t mean just facilitating your children’s learning, it means learning for your entire lifetime, including your lifetime! You deserve to do that, too. It doesn’t have to cost a lot, in fact, it doesn’t have to cost anything, but it needs to be something you really like to do. I have several things, because I am one of those people who does not sit still well. When I need to relax, I knit. In the spring and summer, I love my garden. I also like to cook. My kids don’t always eat it, and I have come to be okay with that, because the cooking is really for me, not for them.
6) Stop competing – You, and your kids. There’s always going to be someone out there who does more than you, or at least they seem to. They are infinitely patient, their house is spotless, they have brilliant children, who are quiet, patient, do volunteer work, and have already written their first novel. Their kids read at three, and do long division in their head. That mom bakes her own bread, sources all her family’s foods from local sustainable sources, and grows the rest of their vegetables in their backyard. They volunteer at local farms. They make all their own clothing, and their kids have no desire to ever watch TV. They have gone off the grid, and their son built the family’s electric car from spare parts. You can read about these people on a host of blogs throughout the internet, and you may know some in real life.
These aren’t your kids. This isn’t your family, and that’s okay. The guilt over what you could be, or could be doing, or who your kids should be, is no different than any other guilt. It’s not doing you any good. Do what you can, without going crazy. If reading those blogs, or magazines, or talking to that person frequently makes you feel twitchy, if you’ve starting making a list of you and your children’s accomplishments, or you’re pushing your kids to do things, just so you can add things to your list, it’s not healthy. Back away. Stop reading the blogs, or magazines, or books. Limit your time with that friend. Save your sanity. Stop comparing. Enjoy your kids and your life as it is, that’s better than competition anyway.
7) Take time for yourself – Perhaps no phrase in the English language has been uttered more, and given less actual meaning for mothers, ever. I am absolutely giving you permission to actually make it mean something. Without guilt. Ask a friend to watch your kids so you can grocery shop alone – it’s amazing, trust me! Don’t call to check on them, they won’t die, I promise. Drop your kids off at the day care at the gym. Work out, or don’t. Take the whole hour. Don’t go by to check on them. They will be fine. I promise. Go to knitting night. I don’t care if your husband just worked a 12, and looks tired. You just worked a 24, and you look even more tired. I promise.
I understand that not everyone has tons of support, or kids who are easy to leave. I do. I’ve been there, too. I was a single mom for several years, and I have some wickedly difficult kiddos, but this is important. I have a friend who likes to say, mental health is one of her top hierarchy of needs. She budgets it in like she would groceries or the rent. If you have to hire a sitter, do it! It will get better. Maybe not right away, but it will. You will be a better mom, a better life learning parent, a more sane and happy person. If you can’t leave, then try and stay up past the kids for half hour every now and again. Turn off the TV, light some candles, take a minute and meditate, or sit quietly. Don’t DO anything. Just be you. Not anyone’s mom, but just you. You’ve forgotten that that person is there. I know that you have.
Life with kids is not always easy, but it is rewarding. Living as a life learning family is even more rewarding. I am going to leave you with a snippet of a recent day in our unschooling life, that will illuminate why I do it, and why slowing down and letting go of the guilt is absolutely worth it in the long run.
It was cold, and so we couldn’t really do much outside, instead, we did this. In the morning, Angus and Wednesday decided to build a ball pit. They turned the coffee table upside down (oh yay, not having nice furniture is extremely helpful for guilt-less parenting). Then they encased it in blankets and pillows (the only break down was when I tried to step in and help. Once I abandoned that attempt, things went much smoother). They filled it with balls and played in it for awhile.
Then Angus decided if he put the big comforter over the top, he could hibernate in it like a bear. They even stored food in there, but Angus quickly became annoyed with Wednesday's presence inside, and she was ejected from the den. I helped her, at her request, to build her own den out of the dining room chairs. She spent some time "sunning" herself on the roof.
After lunch, the kids decided it would be better if the coffee table was a speaking podium for a king. They stood it up long ways. Each of the kids gave speeches, even Zhara. Then Angus went downstairs and got the hobby horse, and they took turns rescuing the princess/prince from the castle tower which the podium had become. They even had to battle a dragon to do it, which required me to light candles, and them to blow them out to "defeat" the dragon. I insisted on being a part of the fire-related play -- I figured that was pretty necessary.
All of this went on throughout the day. People took breaks for snacks, to watch TV, to play on the computer, and play with dolls, and to occasionally fight with their siblings, but it happened, and it all came from them. They worked together, and despite having a TV on in the background, they were incredibly productive.
We recently moved into our new house, and it happens to have a hot tub in the backyard. We use it a lot. That day, in the late afternoon, we braved the cold to get into the hot tub, and I watched the steam rise off of my crazy kids as they jumped in off the side from the frigid cold. It was just one more part of the day. I suggested it, but the two youngest jumped at it, Zhara sat out this time. No one was angry because she chose TV over swimming, it just was. At that moment she was practicing taking time for herself, and we knew it wouldn't be forever.
As the weak winter sun started to set through the trees, and I watched my kids jump, steaming into the hot tub, reflected in the pale yellow of that sunset, with dinner cooking inside the house, and another day of learning about life behind us, I realized, this is one kick ass life I get to lead. And guilt be damned!
It was held in the Gleason Woodworking building, because Chris Gleason, the amazing woodworker who owns the shop, also happens to play in the Bueno Avenue Stringband that played for us that evening. Chris was just so kind and welcoming, and Winnie greatly enjoyed playing with his young daughter.
Angus, Zhara, and Olivia were massively good square dancers. I danced with them some, as well, and it was great fun and terrific exercise.
This is a blurry photo of Angus and I dancing. I'm the one in the black shirt and bandanna, and he's in the plaid shirt. He dressed like a cowboy for the occasion.
The girls danced so much they had to sit down and rest. They hit the snacks we brought, and shared them with some of the other kids that came to the dance. Even they found awesome kid community. There were tons of urban homesteading and slow food proponents there, all of whom were so glad to pass down something as cool as square dancing to a new generation. 
Adam was a hit with the little ladies (Winnie and Mary), who talked him into carrying them about through the dancers, and back and forth inside and out to the barreled bonfire out back.
