Sculpting A New Passion

It’s been almost three and a half years since Zeb has been out of school. And it’s been five years since he decided – with the negative encouragement from some very poor art teachers at the age of five – to believe he wasn’t an artist.

In fact, until last week, there were three truths he held firm to:

  1. That only women made good artists
  2. That he was not artistic, nor interested in anything art related
  3. That at some point in the next few years he would have to outgrow his beloved LEGO collection

He no longer believes any of that.

In fact, several nights ago he declared that he is going to be a sculptor, and that he wanted to go to bed early so he could get started on a new project the next day. The last words he spoke before falling to sleep that night were, “Tomorrow begins my sculpting career.” :D

Why the change? Zeb met one person who inspired him to view things differently.

Sculptor

His name is Chris. He’s a sculptor and he, his painter wife and their 4 year old daughter are currently living next to us in their RV.

They’ve had fun building light sabers out of PVC and duct tape, and the kids all love the dragons he made out of melted plastic trash.

Dragon made of melted plastic

But I think what first intrigued Zeb was that Chris loves LEGO so much he travels with his collection! For awhile now Zeb had assumed that growing older meant giving up the fun of childhood; Chris and his creative nature prove you can be a fun-loving kid at any age. ;)

Over the weekend, Chris held a “funshop” for the kids, showing them how to make their own dragons from wire and modeling clay. Zeb, the once self-critical perfectionist, is IN LOVE with his creations. He excitedly points out how he executed his ideas, what didn’t work and what he wants to try next time. My heart swells just thinking about it all.

Dragon Funshop

Zeb Sculpting

Zeb's dragon sculptors

This is what I was hoping to find on the road: awesome people who help us open up and expose more of the world and all its options to our son. Two months into this trip and we’re already hearing things from him we no longer thought we would hear, we’re seeing him do things passionately he once swore he couldn’t do and we’re watching him take pride in his work.

A big, huge thank you to Chris and Becky for your inspiration, patience and kindness.

Between his new-found passion for sculpting, the dozen unschooling kids he’s spent every day with, the endless games they play and the beautiful surroundings, he’s already dreading our upcoming departure date. And with all the fun we’ve had with the NuRVers this past week, so are we. :(

To see more of what we’ve been up to, check out the Happy Janssen’s daily blog posts.

Knowing Vs. Understanding

I was searching the underside of a square, plastic camera battery this morning, looking for a model number when I read the warning label:

Do Not Incinerate
Do Not Expose To High Temps
Do Not Disassemble

I have a somewhat vague idea of the consequences of extreme heat coming in contact with a battery. As such, those first two warnings glide right over my radar. But the third: Do Not Disassemble. Now that is interesting.

I’ve seen old, oozing AA batteries, but this is plastic and square and I’ve taken for granted its contents might be different. That one simple statement has me asking myself how one would go about disassembling it in the first place, wondering what it looks like inside (one big cavity?), what would happen if I did open it (immediate mess or would it be contained within the plastic?) and what else might I find (electrical components or just battery acid)?

These questions never once entered my mind until I was given the instruction to avoid them.

So, what do I do? I grab all the kids in the RV park and we crack that puppy open.

What Is Inside A Battery

Knowing vs. Understanding

I consider myself a life-long learner. I love learning and trying new things. And so do most kids when given the freedom to expand independently, a privilege we adults often take for granted. But there is a difference between learning and being told, knowing and understanding.

While knowing implies understanding, the two words are not necessarily mutual.

I know I shouldn’t disassemble a battery. After all, I’ve been told. But I don’t really understand why.

And a lack of understanding in an interested person inevitably leads to investigation.

Do Not Disassemble

What My Disassembled Battery Tells Me About Parenting

We can inform our children of potential dangers until we’re blue in the face. We can tell them to quiet down when someone is sleeping. We can insist they not live in squalor.

But until they understand it for themselves, we’re likely just stoking their curiosity in the very thing we wish they’d avoid.

Without understanding they’ll be wanting to try swimming alone, wondering just how loud they have to be to wake the neighborhood or just how many insects can live under a pile of dirty socks.

Children have a desire to do well. But they can also only do as well as the tools they possess, and understanding is a mighty big tool. It’s often too big for many kids to grasp.

This is not an excuse to force them to understand something you feel is valuable.

After all, telling them repeatedly something they don’t understand, nor have a desire to understand, does not lead to real understanding. It leads to knowing. (And I may know E=MC2 but I’ll give you one guess as to whether or not I understand it.)

When Our Desire Clashes With Their Inability

There are obviously times when our desire for their understanding feels urgent: safety being the most obvious.

At ten years old, Zeb has been an avid bike rider for six years. When he first learned I really wanted him to know the dangers of traffic, the inability of a large vehicle to stop quickly and the impossibility of seeing a small bike from the seat of a large truck.

But more importantly underlying those desires, I desired him the life skills to be safe, the ability to look ahead (or behind), remain aware of his surroundings and possess what is often considered “common sense”.

Here’s the rub: common sense didn’t become common by word of mouth. It became common because we humans have the common desire to explore, experiment and experience. And we also have the common ability to learn best by doing and seeing for ourselves: we do and thus we understand, making something “common sense”.

But something most parents don’t understand: they aren’t encouraging common sense, nor are they allowing for understanding. They are simply demanding obedience.

But without a person’s ability to explore, experiment and experience, real understanding of the world (and actions appropriate to living in it) remains elusive.

What do we do then, when their lack of understanding poses a risk?

Fill In The Gaps

So many adults (not just parents, but grandparents, teachers, store clerks, neighbors, our culture in general) fall into the trap of expecting too much from children and feeling frustrated or inconvenienced when they fail to meet our expectations.

But children are not miniature versions of an adult. They cannot and will not be able to understand everything you, as an adult, can comprehend. No matter how many times it’s repeated.

Children will have gaps in their knowledge, just as adults with a busted battery have gaps in theirs.

Do not attempt to fill a child’s understanding gap with your own knowledge (demands, instructions, lecturing).

Fill that gap with your presence.

The next time one of them wants to crack open a battery pack, grab the screwdriver, a tin pan and some safety goggles and explain the purpose of each. They want to ride their bike in the wide open space of the street? Grab your bike and play Shadow together, yelling “Car!” as needed. They want to climb on the roof? Pack a picnic and a blanket and see if you can count the stars together.

Don’t tell them what it’s like; show them how to safely enjoy it.

Knowledge and understanding are contagious. By your simply being there, taking care of the precautions and creating a winning environment, your kids will grow in their own understanding. They’ll ask questions (and have you present to answer them) and they’ll emulate your actions.

To quote Naomi Aldort, “You gave yourself the gifts of children. You have what you want. Take it.”

Be the parent who puts down the phone and picks up the baseball bat. Be the parent who gets excited to try something new and potential dangerous with their children.

Be the parent who realize the gift they have given themselves and do your part to create a world in which that gift  can live and grow and thrive, free from fear, or pressure to perform and without the burden of remembering a million little things they simply can’t yet understand.

Carlsbad Caverns (and exhaustion)

big room tour

Yes, it was amazing. Surreal, actually. A bit like being on a movie set (especially when you walk up on the diner and gift shop 750+ feet underground – seriously?). It *almost* “took my breath away”…but it’s not as if I can live there so it wouldn’t count anyway. :)

The formations were incredible and the information we all took away from the day is fairly immense. And we – including Zeb – can tell you the difference between the stalactite, stalagmite, soda straw, popcorn, column, flowstone and drapery formations, how each type was formed, as well as when the park was founded (1930), how our modern culture first discovered it (a 16 year old hiker following the bats) and what mountains of bat guano smell like (wet synthetic baby diapers).

column

We took one guided tour and walked the rest ourselves. I was much more impressed by the self-guided tours, namely the sheer size of the caverns. I couldn’t help but find the irony in the paved walkways and LED lights when the tour guide discussed how previous generations left burn marks on the rock and how we know better know than to disturb the area now. ;) And I discovered just how weak my knees were as we traversed down the switchbacks. Yikes.

natural entrance light

I’m still having a hard time at the end of the day. I’m emotionally, mentally and physically drained. And THAT is the exact moment when Zeb needs one-on-one time (or one-on-two time, since he prefers both our attentions). There are heavy moments when I don’t think I’m cut out for this lifestyle, but can’t imagine going back to a home. I know I need to strike a balance between downtime and “Going going going” but it’s hard when there is so much to see and do and we honestly don’t know how long we’ll have to do it. There is also a lot to be said about HOW we’re doing it that I think I’ll save for another post.

Our plan was and still is to find “a home” along the road. We’ve originally given ourselves one year to travel and search, but it seems impossible that we’ll feel “done” or ready to decide in just 11 short months with so much left unseen. I suppose we’ll just finally stumble across a place and not feel like leaving until one day we realize it’s our home. Until then the plan remains for the three of us to reevaluate the whole shebang at the end of 12 months. And maybe somewhere along the road I’ll hit my stride, fall out of “vacation mode” and find this isn’t so fucking exhausting after all.

More photos here and Justin’s account here.

Friends at Ironwood

I realized I’ve been talking all about Ironwood Farm without actually introducing you to the awesome people here!

Meet the folks:

Falling Into The Music

This is Chris. He’s the man around here and passionate about sustainability and Real Foods. He’s kind and extremely generous, as well as patient as he answers our endless questions and teaches us whatever we request. He’s also a *phenomenal* guitar player. Seriously. He’s been fun to work with and learn from and even more fun to chat with or just hang around.

Erin and Yuli

This is Erin and Yuli, both WWOOFers on the farm.

Erin is visiting from Minnesota. She’s quiet, except on nights like tonight when we’re all cooking homemade pizza and making homemade ice cream and she starts joking around. Then her funny and goofy side shine through, complimenting her kind and helpful nature nicely.

Yuli is from Peru and just left the farm. :( She only speaks a little English, although she understands quiet a bit. She’s so tender and loving with the animals, not to mention goodhearted and kind. She was also very patient as she taught me a little Spanish. She was so charming and beautiful that simply being around her has convinced me to learn Spanish, instead of Italian.

Chicken Love

Sheep Skull

This is Eliza and her big brother, Scotty. They are Chris’ unschooling kids and Zeb’s newest friends. Eliza is a few years younger than Zeb but they have a lot of common gaming interests, which has made them fast friends. Scotty is only a little younger than Zeb and loves anything with gears. It’s so cool watching the different interests diverge. Or to watch them all playing a game one moment and running out to play with the goats the next.

Shaky Legs

And because I just can’t contain myself, this is the mama cow, Rena, and her new calf, Stickers (named after the sticker bush her mama birthed her into). Zeb is still a bit amazed to have watched this spectacular event. So are we. :)

There are, of course, dozens of other animals on the farm: goats and kids, sheep and lambs, other cows and a calf, insanely annoying geese, ducks who tag along behind the geese like social outcasts trying to keep up, dozens of chickens and roosters, mean turkeys, rabbits, fish, pigs…

It’s a regular madhouse around here!

The Boat Experiment

The Boat Experiment

Just days after he insists he doesn’t like trying new things, days after I’m worrying over my baby boy, he surprised me. (And likely himself.)

Today was irrigating day at Ironwood Farm. The farm shares surface water rights with several other neighboring farms, all of whom take turns irrigating their fields and gardens. It was a lot of tiring work cleaning the canals of debris. But once it was clear the water flowed through the channels and made for very happy geese, ducks…and of course, kids. :)

Steady

E and S, the two unschooling kids on the farm, had a ready-made boat (a water tub borrowed from the cows) and swore to Zeb it was the only way to do it. But Zeb insisted on making his own boat, and with plenty of scrap material on the farm, he managed to paint it and even add a flag! With a push off and a little help from dad, he made it about 20 feet downstream before what he called “an epic fail”.

Sunken Ship

He was pretty upset, and ran off to be alone for a moment. When I went to speak to him, he was devastated. :( He felt everything he did “never worked” and went on beating himself up for a bit. But just coming down from all your awesome comments and I finally felt reassured as to my part in his experience.

I validated him and listened. And when he was ready I commended him on trying something no one else had yet to try. I told him how much guts it takes to venture out on a limb, inventing something new and not taking the easy, assured route to success. (I likened it to the Wright Brothers who’s dedicated experimental work he has admired in the past.) And even when it fails our expectations, the experience still makes for an awesome time.

We stood up to walk back to the channel and I asked if he wanted one of the other “boats” to continue playing. Nope. He wanted to try his again. :)

A good, good day.

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