One of the biggest challenges of homeschooling was getting my point across. Even though I am terrible at drawing, if I put an abstract idea on paper and it was visual, this made it easier to conceptualize. For math, I bought manipulatives which included colorful objects used for counting, adding, and subtracting.
When you home educate, people get the impression that there is no structure. There’s this myth that those who forgo the traditional public school system live off the land, eat grass and leaves and make their clothes out of curtains.
None of that is true. Or at least in my experience, it wasn’t.
Instead, our days were filled with trying to master skills that would help them to function in a world that requires legible writing and the ability to read. I generally purchased a curriculum that included a Bible study.
Elementary school was interesting as the oldest tried to pronounce big words, many times beyond her scope. My daughter would often read aloud and walk around the room with the book. She didn’t have to sit up straight at a desk all day to get her work done. That’s where we diverted from the typical way school was conducted.
“Jesus traveled to Jerjuicesalem.”
“It’s not juice. You drink that. It’s Jerusalem. Say it slower.”
“Jer juice salem.”
“Can I have some juice?”
After a few times of trying to correct her, I figured by the time she was in her teens, it would flow off her tongue naturally.
In middle school, the other daughter had to grasp the structure of the Catholic Church.
“So a monk is a man who commits his life to God. What do they call women who do the same?”
A quiz was coming up, so I reviewed high points from the weekly readings to help her be prepared. If anything, it would come in handy later in life when she played bar trivia during happy hour while she drank a cocktail.
I could tell she could not readily think of the answer. Sometimes if I shortened the question, it would surface.
“A man is a monk. What is a woman called?”
I generally tried not to laugh when a wrong answer was given because I didn’t want them to think I was making fun of them, but I could not help myself.
She made a quick remark without thinking, like when you take a Rorschach test, you are presented with inkblots and say the first thing that comes to mind.
“A nun. They give up everything to be with God. The last thing one of them would own would be a mink.”
The other day, we played a game where the word ‘nun’ became the center of attention. The concept is to ask your device a question to get it to say the word you have chosen. I was tempted to ask,
“Alexa, who are women who have consecrated their lives to God in the Catholic Church and don’t buy mink coats?”
As we navigated our way through, we found that it’s how you ask the question that brings the correct answer.
We labored over the word ‘dimension’ for at least thirty minutes.
“Alexa, in the opening of The Twilight Zone, what is the speech that Rod Serling gives?”
I watched the blue line go back and forth as she put her thinking cap on to bring me information. I know he says it. She just needed to cooperate.
She rambled on about the origin of the series and came nowhere near speaking about what I needed to get the points so I could advance.
We were educated on parallel universes and alternate realities, but she would not say what we longed to hear.
Finally, I had an idea.
“Alexa. What does the D mean in 3D?”
Cue the Jeopardy music as she worked her circuits, trying to figure out something to say.
Holding my breath because I didn’t want to spend another second on this subject, she said,
“This might answer your question. The D in 3D means dimensional.”
As long as the word is included as a part of the whole, it counts.
We went on to have another half-hour struggle with the term attitude.
My daughter asked,
“If a person is in a sassy mood, what does that mean?”
“Sassy is defined as impertinent, saucy, or insolent.”
“I know the feeling,” I said as I glanced at the clock approaching 2 am. She was going to say this word! There was no way a machine would control me. Yet, it was.
“Alexa, what does it mean to have a sunny disposition in life?”
“Here is something I found that might help. Having a sunny disposition is being annoyingly happy all the time.”
That’s a life lesson right there.
“Alexa. What is an outlook on life?”
“Here is something I found on the web. It is the outlook on life that changes the whole life for a person.”
“Alexa, what is gratitude?”
For sure, she had to know that attitude and gratitude went together.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Talk about stupid,” I said, now having a bad attitude. “Look what she has done to me.” No one will ever accuse me of having a sunny disposition again.
“Alexa, what is a mood?”
“Here’s something that might help. A prevailing emotional tone or attitude.” Finally!
The absolute worst was when she would go quiet. I would ask a very straightforward question, and the blue line would look as if it was calculating and then disappear. Just leave me hanging there with nothing in return. That would end my turn because you can only ask one question, and if she does not answer, you move on to the next player. Her silence spoke volumes.
Because she is superior in intelligence, we must first assume that we inquired wrong or that she was too busy shopping on Amazon to answer. Whatever the case, I felt ignored when she would not answer me.
I did not consider that she was malfunctioning or had a hardware issue. I was the problem, not her.
A couple of days later, during a moment of quiet, God whispered to me: You do this with people, you know.
What? Do I?
Yes, you do.
I was brought back to when I was seeing a therapist after my divorce.
“Have you ever read the book The Verbally Abusive Relationship?” she asked me. “Patricia Evans wrote it.”
She gave that as an assignment, and I found it right away at a second-hand book store.
Right in chapter one, there was a checklist to go over to help the reader recognize what this subject entails. It wasn’t light material or pleasant because it exposed what I had been subjected to but also what I had allowed. It was shocking to learn that the silent treatment is a form of wrongdoing.
How ironic is that? When no words are said, that is considered verbal abuse. It’s a form of manipulation, so the other party maintains control. But, it had been utilized against me in my childhood. If I were going against the powers that be, I would be ignored or shut off until I got back in line. I would scramble to try and make things right to get back to where I felt secure. I had to go out of my way, in fear, to get back into the good graces of those in charge.
It’s an unjust way to get someone to conform. Just like Alexa going dark, the truth is that there is nothing wrong with you; it’s the other way around.
This damage is subtle but long-lasting. It is like a default in a computer program. When you have had an authority figure treat you like that and get used to living this way for so long and have had others treat you the same, you suddenly become paranoid about having done something to cause a problem where none exists. You take on the blame for things that aren’t yours.
And you give all your power away to someone who will keep on taking it. Once it is revealed to you, though, God can heal it.
You will also be shown where you think it exists and it doesn’t. You are hypersensitive to it and seek to correct it just like always.
I had that happen. I got so busy that I didn’t message someone right away, and they accused me of putting them on ignore. That was not my intention, but I was shown how this was their issue, not mine. They probably were treated just like I was in my past and assumed I was not happy with them, ultimately trying to make them feel bad. I had not done that at all.
Communication gets tiring. There is something to say for going into reverent silence for days on end. Now I know why there are monks and nuns; it starts to appeal.
I appreciate that God is so in tune with me that I can be made aware of how to do better, undo false thinking from my past, and move forward into a life free of baggage.
In Psalm 139:4 it says,
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I’m never out of your sight. You know everything I’m going to say before I start the first sentence. (Message)
God is a mind reader; unfortunately, most people are not. (I am working on it, though.) That leaves us no choice but to be the best at expressing ourselves.
Until I reach a state of higher consciousness that requires only thoughts, I will have to rely on putting words into sentences that make sense, figure out where I am a mess and need correction, and try to bring no harm to none.