What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
~Ecclesiastes 1:9 NIVelizabethhas7
is the best at finding things in secondhand shops, no two ways about it. She has been sending us boxes in the mail for years now, each full of wonderful things. Our friendship began with a prayer request that I sent her a note about and we've kept going, despite never meeting in person. We've each added two children in that time. I've knitted and made dolls
for her and she's generously sent clothes, toys, books and shoes our way. My kids are nearly always wearing Keen shoes because of her.
It's a gray evening here and a priority box stuffed full was just the thing to brighten up the end of quiet time. It had three more pairs of shoes, clothes for each of the children and this book
. I remember her telling me about it awhile back and I guess she found a copy and sent it along to me. Two children live in the Blue Ridge Mountains and dream of wearing shoes. They grow turnips to sell, end up giving them away, and win a prize at the county fair with their very last turnip. They get their shoes and share lots along the way. A perfect story, well in keeping with our homeschooling these days: they go out into the world, have an adventure, and come back home, unchanged.
Enki is, likely, going out of business next month. It's a funny thing, to be using a homeschool curriculum that will soon exist only on the secondhand market. It feels disappointing, admittedly, to have found something that I really liked and to have it pulled out from under me. Becky is in a similar place these days--the college
she attended closed its doors. Regardless of what the reasons are behind Enki's closure, I have learned a lot from it, perhaps lessons it didn't intend to teach. I chose it because I was looking for one source for materials, and it was that, for certain. I will hold onto the kindergarten materials and use them through all the years. The songs and movements will become a part of the fabric of our family, the stuff of conversation when we reminisce around the dinner table.
Enki arose, as far as I can tell, from a Waldorf teacher who just didn't sit well with Waldorf. I can see a lot of parallels between the two. It pulls on a lot of educational philosophies, but the apple didn't fall far from the tree. It may be that she simply had the motivation and skills to collect a bunch of things already in existence, filter out some of the fluff, and put them into a philosophy that people could understand. So, Enki has taught me how I can move forward with Waldorf and feel good about it. I know now how to choose the materials to suit my family and our hopes for our children. And we're only partway through our first kindergarten year. I am so looking forward to the Fall when we start to do crafts and have more seasonal songs and verses. There is so much left to do and learn.
That's a lot of what I've been up to these days--relearning the things we have forgotten as society has "advanced" and sorting out the mess that life continually cycles toward. Storytelling skills, ways to be intuitive for the laboring mother, ways to talk to my children so that they will hear my words, how to help my husband be his best, how to make things my own, and how to simultaneously hold onto and reunite with who I was when I was little. It's a lot, for sure, and my mind goes over it continually and causes me to struggle to be fully present all the time. I'm working on that, too. I have a much better grasp on how to live with young children, though I must continually hone my skills. I can see great differences between days where I keep it together and ones where I do not. Speaking of together, it might be time for a trip to the berry patch.