A day inside

 Aïsha read Alexander The Great's story while Mathilde knitted and Mara did some origami. I call this a perfect rainy morning...

Watching Pollyanna

Today was a grey rainy day. We hunkered down in the bus and got ready for an inside day. I know many of you believe that our life is just one big giant holiday, and it is in a way, but come in, I’ll show you what most of our days really look like… Of course, summer is a bit different since we are visiting with friends here and enjoying the Yukon as much as possible, but there is still work to do… JF works more than full-time from the bus and when he isn’t, I do translation contracts (mostly at night). When we’ll leave the Yukon (in 5 weeks!) and head south, we’ll get back into more of a routine. Because, honestly, when you live on the road and every day is different, you need some kind of framework around your days.

When the girls were younger, we homeschooled using a Waldorf curriculum. Actually, when I started my old blog in 2008, it was mostly to share Waldorf ressources in French. I had the perfect Waldorf homeschooling going on. I told the girls stories I learned by heart with homemade needle-felted puppets, we baked our sourdough bread and made cheese, butter and crème fraîche from our cows’ milk. Yes, I know. I was a bit of an overachiever. But I like to call it passion. It sounds better. Here’s more of a background story if you care to read it.

Then, when we started traveling, we moved to unschooling since it felt like a better fit for our family. Learning is everywhere, and its even more true when you travel! A few years ago, the girls asked me to pick up the role of teacher again and with some doubts, I carefully tip toed back into it… do we still unschool? Do we homeschool? We live. We do a lot of what we love and this is different for all of us. But mostly, we find joy in our daily life.

I wrote this almost 3 years ago and it is still very true today :

Of course, there are days where I'd love my girls to love what we love. It would make our life easier. But above all, I want them to discover what *they* truly love. What makes them sing. Not what I think is good for them (whatever that means). What feels good to them. And that, my friends, is really at the core of unschooling. Finding that place where no one has to give up who they are for the others, but can soften enough to support one another.

Sometimes, it feels like we're a mish-mash little family all in limbo, but sometimes things just shine, and i see that i haven't failed in every way after all. That I actually did OK. And maybe even better than that.