Detours and Distractions

This morning started with a long pause as I scrawled arrows in the lesson book. My children were sick last week, so plans stalled. Copying a lesson from one day to the next used to frustrate me.

Why take time to write out what will become scribbles?

Children of Photographer with Eugene Smith Walking Hand in Hand in  Woods Behind His Home

I thought it would be a good idea to capture the serendipity of whatever came next in our curriculum by simply writing down what we did each day. That way detours would be recognized as school, because learning really does happen when conversations turn and questions appear.

I quickly realized that didn’t work for us. We needed a general direction, a goal, a starting place.

Now I prepare for each week as it comes. If lessons aren’t sketched out by Monday, nocturnal me gets up before dawn to make it happen.

My plans aren’t elaborate: an idea with a resource or a page numbers from curriculum. Library day tucked in here. Activities listed on the side. Observations splattered here and there.

As we travel down the grid, record the distractions and detours. Because sometimes those are the things we remember the longest, the things that put life into perspective:

1/14/10 Prayed for Haiti. Looked at pictures of Faith Orphanage before and after the earthquake. Kids overwhelmed by compassion. They want to send their toys.

The plan isn’t the destination. It is a map of scratches and arrows attempting to reveal the One whose breath flung the Heavens and whose Spirit whispers to souls.

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