Posts Tagged "Zeb"

His first day!!

4 Weeks In: The Public School Update

When I was pregnant with Zeb I had several Wise Women approach me…you know the kind that just seem to have a spark of knowing something? Women from my mom’s church, my mom’s best friend on her death bed, strangers in the grocery store…they would tell me I was having a boy, they would say there was something this child was in this world to do, they would tell me that he was here to make a difference. And each time they would talk I’d have this image of a man, a leader, but without details of what that would mean or what he might be doing. Earlier this year Zeb excitedly came to me with, “Mom, I finally know what I want to do when I grow up.” Because you know, this was something that had been weighing heavily on him. When I asked what that is, he replied:…

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8 years unschooled, first day of high school

8 Years Unschooling to the First Day of Public High School

This is a really overdue blog post. The whole transition of unschooler-to-public-schooler actually started almost 2 years ago. So excuse me while I quite possibly make this the longest blog post I’ve ever written (or in case it takes you two years to read it). Because I’m sure many of you can understand, there’s a lot that goes into a story like this. Let me start by saying that although the principles and philosophies of unschooling are very much at the heart of our entire lifestyle, we dropped the unschooling label a long time ago. And for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I really started to disconnect with parts of the unschooling community and the lack of respect it ironically showed. It just stopped resonating as a term we needed to use, and even more so as a community we felt we belonged to. I think this is…

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Sending Him Off Again

Zeb left yesterday afternoon, heading to Vegas again for an extended visit with family and friends. We’ll meet him there before Thanksgiving, and for my little sister’s wedding, which means we have three weeks to share together – just Justin and me. It’s still¬†weird, having a teenager who has a life beyond yours. Does that part of parenting ever get less weird? I’m told it doesn’t. I suddenly understand this quote so much better now: Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. (Elizabeth Stone) He suddenly has memories that I don’t share, details that I’ll never know, conversations with strangers on a plane that I’ll only wonder at, trivial moments of his life that are only his, not worth sharing or even knowing but still taken for granted as a mama that you’ll…

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I’m officially the mom of a teenager (is this what I hoped for?)

I am officially the mother of a teenager. Today is Zeb’s 13 birthday and he’s sleeping in, as is custom for his current body needs of non-stop eating and sleeping. 12 was a tough year. Justin and I found new parenting triggers we got to DIG IN to, and Zeb transitioned through many tough phases. But once we found our emotional footing and our patience and compassion for his experience, we were able to help him over the hump and meet his deeper needs. And it’s been amazing since then. He cracks everyone up, makes interesting conversations, has firm opinions, and opens car doors for me. *heartmelt* He’s kind, considerate and patient in ways you begin to wonder will ever happen when they are 4 or 7 or 11 and you’re dealing with your own fears of raising them “right”. And that thought got me thinking yesterday. I got back…

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Traveling with a Tween (What It’s Really Like)

Zeb is 12. Twelve (and its surrounding years) tend to be what a lot of people like to call “The Dark Ages”. I tend to think of them as the “Caveman Days”. “The Dark Ages” or “Caveman Days” refer to that transition in most tweens and teens from childhood to adolescence. They tend to like to spend a lot of time on their own, often in their room (their cave). They don’t like to go many places or do many things. Society likes to label it as “withdrawn” or “sullen” or begins to think they’ve fallen in a rut (and in a way they kind of have), which I think is what starts the self-fulfilling prophecy of parent-teen strife. But I think of this phase as a time to deconstruct and reconstruct their beliefs about themselves, others and the world and reflect on everything they’re processing in a new way…

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His First Solo Trip

Zeb has always been an independent person. From the time he could scoot and crawl he preferred lots of time out of my arms. As a toddler he loved his day trips out with grandparents or aunts. And for many years he’s chosen to stay home alone whenever possible. That’s the easy “free range” stuff for me. Watching him board a plane for his first solo flight – that makes my heart clench a little. Lemme go back… A few months ago Zeb was feeling a lot of homesickness. We talked and he processed and at the time we didn’t see what else to do other than empathize. Then that night I had one of those “Duh” moments when you suddenly ask yourself why not and realize you don’t have any reason other than “I just hadn’t thought about it.” So I asked him, “Would you like to fly back…

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Father + Son = Oddballs!

I love my guys. I know that probably goes without saying, so maybe I should say I actually really LIKE them, I enjoy them, I marvel at them and just thinking about them makes me smile with love for Who They Are. The two of them make the most interesting (sometimes challenging ) father-son duo I’ve ever known. Do you know the juggling story? Well then…let me tell you. Last year, the day after Thanksgiving to be exact, Zeb asked Justin how to learn to juggle. Justin, never having done it but being fully indoctrinated in Google-School, said, “Good question. Let’s find out.” Oh, blessed YouTube and how you enrich our lives. (Seriously, can you believe YouTube is only about 6 years old? How did we LIVE without YouTube before 2005??) An hour later, and Zeb had satiated his curiosity for how one learns to juggle. Four or five hours…

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Taking My (Younger) Man on a Date

Sometimes things get hectic and the days slip by without feeling like we’ve really connected. This is where we were this week. Hadn’t spent any time together – really together – for a few days. And it begins to show, ya know? So I declared it a date night. No, not with my hubby. With my sweet Zeb. Checkers in the park – he totally beat me. Last minute lunch – his choice. Movie: Real Steel Blinded by the flash Our mother-son dates are a lot like reset buttons. Nothing spectacular happens. It’s not as if, at 12 years old, he’s a bigger chatterer, so we’re not talking about the meaning of life (usually). But it’s just time spent together, without distractions, doing whatever we love with a peron we love. Where do you go on your dates?

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Organic Wisdom: Understanding Through Compassion

True understanding is found through compassion. – my Yogi teabag For some godawful reason, Northern Michigan has confused August with a season to get cold. Coming from Nevada, it makes no sense to my body to wake up shivering, but I do love any excuse to make hot tea in the morning. There’s just something about it, the routine maybe…filling the teapot, lighting the stove, warming my hands by the flame and then with my hot mug. Sipping until it’s cool enough to drink. Slowing down. Not jumping into my day. I also love my Yogi tea nuggets of wisdom, just a tiny phrase to meditate on while I roll my hot mug between my cold hands. This morning’s wisdom was the one above. Compassion. It’s been a word on my tongue a lot lately. Compassion. And how often it’s lacking in our words, our thoughts (judgments), our reactions (especially…

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Thirty, Twelve and Eleven

August is a busy, busy month in our little family with two birthdays and an anniversary. Justin was up first turning 30 a few weeks ago! We’re big on celebrating milestones and on celebrating life, so 30 seemed like a pretty significant number to do something big with. What did he choose? Skydiving! Zeb and I watched from the ground, jumping up and down as we saw the plane, saw him jump out of the plane and at one point even heard his Woohoo reach us on the ground. And the look on his face and his serene demeanor after was priceless. Zeb’s birthday was up next, and like a classic 12 year old, he requested no photos. [Insert sad mama face here.] I do however have a photo of the two of them juggling together! ♥ I guess you’ll just have to take my word that we watched hours…

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