The name of this blog is Strewing: Unschooling Resources. The reason I named it such is that initially I really wanted to focus on the serendipitous art of strewing! It has become more of a general homeschooling blog for me because I can't ever keep to the topic at hand! But I do want it to be a resource for others; a way to share what works so well for us in this educational approach called Unschooling. Really, strewing happens anytime human beings are around interacting with their world! It isn't something just confined to unschoolers. It just tends to get its proper recognition in unschooling circles.
But in the name of trying to stick to my primary focus, I decided to start my own blog meme. Eventually, I want to get one of those meme buttons and have the capability for others to link together, like
Read 52 Books or
7 Quick Takes does. That's me dreaming big! I am woefully ignorant, intimidated and slooowww when it comes to anything computer related. So for now I'll just make Tuesdays the day I focus on strewing.
Strewing is often something you don't recognize until after the fact! You look back at something your children got some exposure too and you can trace how that first spark blossomed into something deeper. This is a subtle, meandering kind of strewing.
For instance, a couple years ago I was very worried about my middle son. He was 14 and he didn't talk. He had always been my quietest child but as adolescence hit he became very, very quiet. Being his mother I worried about his lack of 'socialization.' His avoidance of anything that required socialization made me anxious. I guess at one point my worry reached a peak and inspired by some on line conversations I was having with other homeschooling moms, I went to the library and got some books out on introverts. When I brought the books home, the son I was so worried about surprised me by emerging from his cave, long enough to actually notice the stack of books I'd brought home.
What's this, he asked? Holding up what I think was
this book (my memory is hazy):
I equivocated a bit because I didn't really want to show my excessive worry about him.
Oh it is a book about introverts. I think I might be introverted so I got interested in the subject.
But then I had to come clean.
And I think you might be an introvert too, so I got it to find out more about that type of person.
What's an introvert? he wants to know.
So I explain the way I learned it from the Myers-Briggs test.
"An introvert is a person who gets energy from being alone. An extrovert draws energy from other people."
He was really intrigued by the whole idea.
Can I read it? He asked.
Sure, I said, rather surprised.
So he read it.
And some months later, I think he also read
this book on Myers-Briggs. We have an old copy from the 1980s floating around the house.
Fast forward about a year and a half. Nary another word has been spoken between us about this. I'm standing at his bedroom door, talking through the door, because he's doing his usual thing of hiding in his bedroom, asking him what he wants to do for high school studies for credit. He's opted to be kind of traditional about high school. In my head I've concocted this wonderful geography program that I want to do (yep, it's all about me!). He is usually very laid back and goes along with about 90% of my suggestions. He really doesn't want to have to think too hard about this kind of thing.

But again he surprises me by suddenly opening up the door and saying: I don't want to study geography, I want to study psychology.
This completely flummoxes me. Do high schoolers even study psychology? I'm not sure. They didn't when I was in high school!
So I look into it and find a couple of resources. Months go by and not another mention of it. Then I sit down and formally sketch out just what will be going on for his 11th grade studies. I ask him again, do you really want to study psychology? Yes, he answers firmly. So I wind up going onto Amazon and ordering a
textbook,
a study guide and couple of other books that look
interesting.
The order arrives. One of the books I've bought is called
50 Great Myths of Popular Psychology. He spies it sitting on the kitchen table. He grabs it up.
What's this? he asks.
Oh I got that for you and your psychology studies.
Cool! he says.
He opens it up and reads the title of the first myth.
And then without reading any further, proceeds to tell me all about why it is a myth and how things really work. I am really surprised.
How do you know all this? I ask.
Oh, I read about it.
He goes onto the next myth and does the same thing. And the one after that. And the one after that. . . .
I try hard to keep my jaw off the the ground.
Later I asked his big brother: Did you know that Josh really knows a lot about psychology?
Oh yeah, he said. That's what he does all the time. He's always reading articles on the computer about it. Didn't you know that?
Nope. I sure didn't! I thought he was reading web comics and playing games. I guess I am pretty clueless mom!
I think my son is going to breeze through our little psychology course. I know I'm looking forward to learning from him!