Natural Attachment

July 9, 2009

Life, Stuff & Adoption

I’m finally getting around to cleaning and unpacking my office/studio. We have lived in our current house a smidgen over 2 years now and I am just now getting around to my space. It kind of feels good, but oddly not as good as it felt helping Dear Other Half clean out and somewhat organize his studio.

I’ve decided to cut back on hosting my Unschooling meet up. I’m only hosting it one day a month and at the park instead of my home. After debating on what to do once it turned more ‘homeschooling’ and not so much ‘unschooling’, I decided to just give us some space, but not drop it all together. Hanging out with families who aren’t Free or trying to create Freedom for themselves is not all that fun, yet it is rather draining.

We haven’t been back to the UUCNH Playgroup since our second visit. Oddly enough, this isn’t because we don’t want to go again, but rather because life has just been more important. We’ve had things continually popping up on Tuesdays that either conflict or just seem more important. We are not wanting for things to do these days. Life is abundant and the need to fill up time/space with awkward, rule-ridden playgroups, just hasn’t presented itself.

I’m contemplating leaving the not-so-”Hip Mama“, Hip Mama Meet Up that I am a member of currently (don’t join a group by the name alone). Though I have met some awesome (dare I say “radical”) mamas through this group, on the whole, with the commitment it takes, I am starting to dread it. The constant shit storm of both hate-mail and love-mail, as well as comments is enough to make anyone’s head spin. I once again have found myself in a space where apparently I “speak” for several (a surprising number in reality) group members who seem to not want to “take the heat” for having/expressing divergent ideas — ideas that wouldn’t be so divergent if it was really a “Hip Mama”, Hip Mama Meet Up. Then there’s also the fact that practically everyone has little babies or children off at school…not the best recipe of success for a “Hip Mama” with an Unschooling son who will be 6 years old in 2 months.

I have left my Etsy shop on vacation mode. I am making some more stuff, redoing some descriptions and needing to take some photos for new additions. I’m making headway, but its been slow going. Again, with that Life business…it just seems to keep happening ;)

Money has been tight around here lately. We spent an obscene amount of money on our ice cream party and we have both the NEU Con & Unschooling Cruise, as well as, Elijah’s 6th b-day and William’s 30th b-day all coming up over the next few months. I really wanted to find a way to attend Faith Void’s Enjoy Life unschooling con in September, but I just don’t see where the money could materialize from. I’ve put it out there for the Universe to mull over, but She can be cruel at times — Just, but Cruel.

On a personal note, I am really tired of not being pregnant. I have resolved that one of us is infertile and to just let it go. Somehow, though, the depression hasn’t followed out the door as well. Apparently, no amount of magical thinking, ceremony, spiritual sacrifices or sex (and doing so at various times…even when I think it would be crazy) is enough to make this body agree with my head/heart. Four pregnancies, one child & approaching 30 years old…The Universe has spoken, telling me to fold up my genes, they are no longer needed. Adoption. It seems to be the answer and what I have always planned on doing in the first place. However, I don’t like how the money factor of adoption makes it feel very “black-market”-ish. Are there people out there who are giving their children (I say children, because EVERYONE wants babies, but I’d much rather Grace/rescue a child 12mons – 5yrs) up for adoption and NOT want some weird & arbitrarily assigned monetary fortune? I’m NOT joking or trying to be callus.

Personal note continued: I was contacted by a 20 yr old women when Elijah was 3 months old. She was 1/2 way through her pregnancy and we had been talking online and over the phone. Out of the blue one day she announced that she had decided to place her baby up for adoption. She really wanted me to adopt her baby. Here’s where things get interesting. She didn’t want any money. She wanted me to be her midwife. She wanted me to provide prenatal care, support, space and to attend her birth. She wanted me to Love, Mother & raise her baby. For lack of a more eloquent & respectful word, Barter. My time, expertise, Love and Mothering capacity for her baby. I thought about it deeply for 12 days. I discussed it with no one…not even William, who will no doubt read this and have some thoughts, if not words. On day 12, I told her that I couldn’t; though as blessed as I felt and as gracious as she was, I couldn’t. There were things in my life at the time that I was unsure of and I had a 3 month old I was still getting to know. Usually the Universe nor Buddha provides these moments to us a second time…rarely a first time. I am feeling the sting from the Universe’s slap in my current hour.

Jakýkoliv V?le Být , V?le Být

Peace & Love

June 10, 2009

Drugs…Sex…?

So, awhile back, Matthew C. left me a comment; in which he asked me about unschoolers and drug use:

Michele, I work in the field of drug and alcohol misuse.

I would be very interested if you could give some thoughts as to how an unschooler would handle the subject of drugs and alcohol.

There is a belief among many that education is the answer to getting young people to make sensible (?) choices about drug and alcohol use.

How would an unschooler deal with that subject?

This post has the aim to address how I (who happens to be an unschooler) handle/will handle drug use, but by no means do I speak for all or even most unschoolers. How one deals with drugs (and sex, figured I’d knock them both out) is a very personal decision and not one I can assume for others.

First, I feel like I have to address how I feel about drug use in general before I talk about how I feel about it and children. I am a huge believer in and supporter of cognitive liberty. I am not Me without the ability to alter or not alter my body & mind in the ways that I see fit. Obviously, I feel as though every man, woman and child is robbed of this liberty at birth, or rather never allowed to exercise this liberty autonomously from day one of their existence. Quite honestly, the fact that I am able to purchase acetaminophen or various cough medicines over-the-counter to take as I like (with the assumptions that I am using them as they are intended to be used), is a lucky fact at best. I alluded before on a past rant that about how drug ’scheduling’ is out of sync with reality and research when I talked about hoasca (scheduled 1) being scheduled as worse than cocaine (scheduled 2) by our current drug schedule. Let me NOT get started on marijuana or pure heroin and opium or for that matter most psychoactive/hallucinogenic drugs that have been used in ritual on this Earth dating as far back as we can go.

(Wikipedia article) Drug use is a practice that dates to prehistoric times. There is archaeological evidence of the use of psychoactive substances dating back at least 10,000 years, and historical evidence of cultural use over the past 5,000 years.[1] While medicinal use seems to have played a very large role, it has been suggested that the urge to alter one’s consciousness is as primary as the drive to satiate thirst, hunger or sexual desire.[2] Others suggest that marketing, availability or the pressures of modern life are some of the reasons humans use many psychoactives in their daily lives. However, the long history of drug use and even children’s desire for spinning, swinging, or sliding indicates that the drive to alter one’s state of mind is universal.[3]

This relationship is not limited to humans. A number of animals consume different psychoactive plants, animals, berries and even fermented fruit, becoming intoxicated, such as cats after consuming catnip. Traditional legends of sacred plants often contain references to animals that introduced humankind to their use.[4] Biology suggests an evolutionary connection between psychoactive plants and animals, as to why these chemicals and their receptors exist within the nervous system.[5]

I really love the comment about children spinning being indicative to our innate desire to alter our state of mind. I definitely see this in my own son on a regular basis — the dizziness only happens once he stops the spinning and is brought back down to Earth. He says he likes spinning because it makes his mind do ‘funny’ things. In his book, The Rights of the Child and the Changing Image of Childhood (p. 139-140), Veerman quotes Holt on children and drug use:

In his own home an adult should be in a position to lay down the rules — for instance if he does not want smoking. But outside the home, the child’s choice should prevail. “On the whole I believe, ” says Holt “that people ought to be able to use the drugs they want. I don’t think we should ‘protect’ children against whatever drugs their elders use, and in a society in which most of their elders do use drugs and many use them excessively and unwisely. I don’t see how we can.”
Holt thinks that adolescents drink and smoke too much in order to look grown-up in a society in which there is no real and serious way to be grown-up. He admits that they are often driven to do this by social pressure from peer groups, but in his opinion this is a way to show their courage in a society in which their is no serious and authentic way to do so.

Wow! Children also seek relief from physical pain, emotional pain and stress, like all adults. We all make various and divergent choices on how we deal with, relieve or escape these issues — not all of them include chemicals. I am of the opinion that there is no difference between the proscribed anti-depression addicted (whether admitted or not) mother and the heroin addict on ‘the nod’ in the Denny’s bathroom or the Ritalin induced coma of an otherwise (previous to the Ritalin proscription) ‘normal’ 3rd grader. The only difference is that the heroin addict and the mother can choose to NOT continue on their paths in one way or another, whereas the 3rd grader has no say or rights — he can’t ‘go off’ his meds, because it’s required by the school, proscribed by an ‘expert’ and enforced by his parents (one of which is probably on anti-depressants). However, if he was caught smoking in the backyard in an effort to relieve some stress (or as an experiment), he’d be grounded, shamed or caused physical harm by some form of physical abuse disguised as ‘punishment’ — no wonder it’s that child who continues to smoke (and usually go on to ‘harder’ drugs) despite the possibility of more ‘punishment’.

I am not on this Earth to tell others how to live or what to do to their bodies. I CAN tell them how they might choose to live and what my experiences are, as well as what accurate and non-biased science has to say about their choices or proposed choices. Which is what I have done/will do with my child(ren). Being open and honest about your own experiences, choices, beliefs and current available research, is the only way to help a less experienced person gain the knowledge that *they* need to make informed decisions. Shaming, forbidden and punishing only make a person rash and act without truly being informed or as safe as possible.

I am at a quandary as to how to handle drugs in my own home. While I do believe that ALL drugs should be legal and regulated for purity sake and I believe in living as though the world already exists in the state you’d like to see it in, these two ideas conflict majorly with current reality. While I don’t want illegal substances in my home unless I am bringing them into my home knowingly and willingly ready to accept any legal ramifications, I also want my home to be a safe place for my children to experiment if they so choose to. I would much rather my son experiment with say, marijuana or LSD in my home with me as a sober (and experienced party) who is ready and able to keep him company during his experimentation and seek medical help if needed than for him to take a chance at a random party. However, the current law would only be harsher on me for trying to create the safest environment for my son to exercise his cognitive liberty than it would be if I was in the dark about his usage. Not only would he have legal action brought against himself, but I would suffer legally as well. I’d rather take that chance than to possibly passively force my child to seek out less savory or less safe means & places of experimentation.

Do not condone. Do not condemn. Seek to understand the desires & needs behind a choice (address and tend to those if possible). Supply information. Supply safety at the highest level possible given the choice at hand.

Now, let’s talk about sex. As you can probably guess by now, I am one of those ’sexual liberation’ people. Sense I am quoting Holt through Veerman, let’s not stop now:

The Right to Control One’s Sex Life. Holt pictures a society wherein sex is much less perilous for children than it is in reality. We should not view children as innocent and a-sexual beings, says Holt, but acknowledge and respect their feelings in this regard as well as in all others, including a possible refusing of sex.

Holt [Escape From Childhood] (p.213) “Some people have voiced to me the fear that if it were legal for an adult to have sex with a consenting child, many young people would be exploited by unscrupulous older ones. The image here is of the innocent young girl and the dirty old man. Here, too, we are caught with the remains of old myths.” Holt does not seem to acknowledge that children might nevertheless become victims of adults. Farson in his article Child Protection that Backfires, argues that parents rather than strangers exploit and mistreat children. Holt and Farson do not fear that adults who seek the friendship of children may want to abuse them. “The best way to protect children, ” says Farson, “is to give them the same legal rights as we give to adults.”

I know I am going to get swamped with personal accounts of molestation, rape, pregnancy and so on from readers who would disagree that children can and should be in control of their sex lives. I would counter that a lot of these issues stem from a general lack of sexual liberation of Western Culture and because we do oppress youth and their natural biological desires instead of giving them information and tools to safely and intelligently navigate a world of people suffering from various neurosis stemming from sexual oppression. I would also express great sympathies towards these persons, because I too have been a victim. I can also say that if I had been given direct, open and honest information and given this information much earlier than most would deem ‘appropriate’, I would have successfully avoided a few situations. I am willing to accept that children are capable of determining their own level of sexual exploration (and safely do so if given correct information) on their own terms and timeline. I fully accept that these levels, terms and timelines might NOT correspond to how I might make decisions for myself.

I do not support abstinence only. I especially do not support religiously based abstinence programs — but this is also because I believe that children should have the same Religious Freedom that their elders enjoy. I do not support a ideology that flies in the face of human nature and biological design. Telling a hormonal teenager that everything their body is telling them is wrong, because some “guy-in-the-sky (read, G-d)” might not ‘like’ for them to engauge in certain activities until they’ve entered into a legal contract (er, I mean, have been married) is just asking for all kinds of problems and is wrong on SO many levels I can’t begin to touch on here. A better approach is real, accurate and honest information about sex, sexual identity, sexuality and how to explore/experiment (if one chooses to) in the safest way possible given the decisions a person makes.

Obviously, I plan on being as open and honest as my children’s comfort levels guide me to be. My son has already seen (up close and personally) numerous births (nakedness, messiness and all) and he has a fairly good grasp on the ‘hows’ of baby making. Maybe not so much the actual mechanics behind it, but the science at least with correct names of body parts and so on. I don’t usually plug too many books and such on here, but I will recommend a fantastic book that covers all aspects of sexuality from what makes a family and partnership (pro/neutral homosexual), to how twins & other multiples happen (artificially & naturally), to masturbation (normal, NOT sinful) and hormones at work behind sexual desire. This book has been one of the best things I have ever bought for my child and I have spread the greatness of this book to everyone I can. The book is accurate, scientific, but yet done in a manner that is amusing to children and easy to understand. I believe it is recommended for ages between 5 & 9 and up to 12…we bought it for E when he was about 3yrs. and he had me read him the entire book (it is a huge book) from front to back a few times. He’s since taken it off his self and read various parts of it many times. We’ve talked about things he’s read on many occasions.

I believe one of the hardest things for parents is for them to trust their children. Trust them to really listen to their bodies and hearts and to make informed decisions that resonant with who they are — especially when their choices do not align with their parents’ choices. The trusting comes very hard, because most of us were told that we can not be trusted and to not trust ourselves when we were young. We’ve been conditioned to rely on the gospel of elders and ‘experts’ and do often ignore the sound advice that our bodies are telling us. To fully detach yourself from your children, to accept and understand that they are their own-selves is hard. I know that had I been allowed the confidence to believe in and trust myself growing up, I wouldn’t have made some of the horrible mistakes I made nor would I have fallen into some of the situations I found myself in.

I hope this answers your question Matthew and others.

April 26, 2009

Seeing & Feeling the Ground…As Well As Other Things: Thoughts On Unshoeing

Filed under: Health, Parental, Radical Unschooling, Religiosophy — Tags: , , , , , — michele james-parham @ 10:06 pm

I’m a barefoot person in general. I really don’t like shoes. I have gone through countless pairs of flip flops as to appear somewhat ‘civilized’ for the sake of other people — much in the same way that I typically use a utensil of some sort when eating with ‘mixed company’. Honestly, I couldn’t give a damn what other people think about my dirty unshod feet or my messy hands (that I frequently wipe off around my hip region). As a young child, teenager and adult, I have been lectured by all sorts of well-meaning people (both strange & known) about the ‘dangers’ of being barefoot and the social ‘yuckiness’ of it all. I Know (capitalized purposely) where I am walking when I am barefoot. I am also directly connected to the Earth (I realize I am a hippie) when I am feeling soft grass and dirt seep between my toes. It just feels better and right. Shoes are rather oppressive and often hurt too much to be the ‘correct’ way of handling feet, so it seems to me.

It’s no real surprise that I belong to the shoes-off-at-the-door-club. I think it’s funny that I can be having a lovely conversation with one of my neighbors in the drive or on the street and realize that they’ve looked down at my feet more than once. I always wonder what they might be thinking. Oddly enough, I really like socks. Rather, I like to collect and often don random and wild combinations of socks, but it doesn’t please my feet, only my eyes. However, I will admit that in the last year, my feet have become colder more often than they have in the past and I have greatly appreciated my weird obsession with socks. This doesn’t mean that I don’t still go barefoot until my toes are practically blue. It’s nice, the sensory input, to step lightly onto fresh snow and grab the mail and then return to warm flooring.

My Dear Other Half shakes his head when we have conversations that involve socks, shoes, feet, barefoot or anything related. He hates flip flops and would rather me just go barefoot. I would injure my feet a lot less if I just never tried to wear shoes — even ‘real’ shoes. I also wouldn’t trip and almost kill my child…can’t recall tripping up once while barefoot. I’ve also been known to own a crazy amount of shoes, but only wear like two pair until they are no longer recognizable as shoes. Shoes and I have issues that go way back though. I have huge feet and always have. I *had to* wear ‘boys shoes’ most of growing up, not that I minded, because I was the girl who would under no circumstance wear a dress/skirt or other such ‘girly’ crap without a literal physical altercation between myself and whomever thought that they were going to ‘force’ me to wear such demeaning clothing — I actually used the words demeaning at the time. Now, you can usually find me wearing a shirt, but mind you, I am no Lady regardless of what style of clothing is covering the bits that most find it objectionable to show in public — skirts are just easier for all manner of moving, climbing & general lounging. Again, in ‘mixed company’ (what does that phrase really mean?), I do try to remember to wear shorts or other garments under my skirts.

I would assume that many of the reasons people find it so objectionable to be unshod in public are for the very same reasons they give about not wanting to remove their shoes upon entering a building/house. Oh, and all of the dangerous things that can happen from not wearing shoes. This brings me to the matter of my son not wearing shoes and the best website I’ve found on the matter (thanks for the link Dayna).

“Children were not born to walk.  They were born to run — barefoot, over rocks, through the water, through the mud.  We need to give greater recognition to the energy and joy of children.”

“Children were not born to wear shoes.   In our concern for hygiene and safety, we develop amnesia.  Give children a break!  Remember how good mud feels between the toes?”. — Bev Boss

I don’t ‘make’ (that implies force or coerce) my son to wear shoes. If anything, I am usually encouraging him to not wear them. His feet don’t have the years of practice that mine have at going over asphalt, those annoying little ‘pebbles’ that litter the sidewalks and so on. He’s getting there. I never thought that I’d produce such a child that is timid about going barefoot. However, I think being barefoot outside is only part of the larger aspect of being outside, which is very chaotic, unpredictable & ever changing; it’s often too much for both of us and our sensory integration hangups. Alas, he does share my love of crazy socks.

I believe this Spring/Summer will make the beginning of a journey in a more “un-shoed” environment. When I asked Andrew at Affogato whether or not he cared that E was barefoot he replied with something like, “as long as he’s not putting his feet on the tables or something”. While I laughed and thanked him, I wondered if that meant it was ‘okay’ to place our shod feet on the tables. Sometimes, even intelligent people say odd things. The Family Dollar in Bellevue didn’t seem to mind that E was unshod, nor did the Rite Aid on the corner by our house…in fact no one really noticed and if they did, they certainly weren’t lecturing us. It was only the 45-ish year old woman on the bus who asked E whether he lost his shoes or if we forgot them. I politely told her that his shoes were in my bag in case he decided that he wanted to wear them. You can imagine her face, because at first she smiled and nodded because she assumed I was saying something reasonable about his bare feet, but then it clicked and her face twisted a little and she huffed out, “some lucky kid you are”. Some lucky lady she is that I didn’t tell her off and to mind her own feet.

Are you barefoot? Are your kids barefoot?

March 31, 2009

Adventures in Crossing the Street — an update

Filed under: Health, Life — Tags: , , , — michele james-parham @ 10:53 am

Just thought I’d let everyone know that I am doing much better. I have very little pain in my ribs now and I have actual range of motion in my torso! I’m a fast healer. The kiddo is perfect…as usual! I’ll be back on the blog soon to give a rather lengthy and thorough review of John Holt’s book Escape From Childhood. Very. Brilliant. Book.

March 17, 2009

Adventures in Crossing the Street

After MANY (too many) years of baton twirling, modeling and gymnastics in my youth and early teens, you would think I might be much more graceful than I really am. I think I am fooled most of the time as well! A week ago today, I was having an otherwise fantastic and easy going day with Elijah.

We got up, throw on clothing, grabbed a nibble of food and headed out to the bus stop. We left William in bed, snoring, on his day off. We had a lovely bus ride down the hill to the Children’s Museum and ran around there for a few hours. It came time to leave. Everything went as it usually does. Along the path we go towards our bus stop and all of a sudden E trips and falls. No huge deal…he scrapes his finger and is a bit shaken, but otherwise ‘alright’. We continue down the path, if only a little slower maybe. We arrive at the curb and prepare to cross the street.

“You have to carry me, because I can’t run across the street, because of my finger.”

“You don’t have to run.”

“But, we’ll miss the bus if I don’t run”

“Okay, I’ll carry you. Let’s go”

Bag on right shoulder, camera around left wrist, child on left hip with both arms around him. Walking, normally and not running. For some unknown reason ‘they’ decided that it was a ‘good’ idea to place a man-hole right in the middle of the street, so that I could trip on it — damn ‘them’.

I tripped and in what seemed like a fraction of a nanosecond, we were both sprawled out across the asphalt. I fell on top of E…all 250lbs of my fluffy ass. My chest slammed into his right hip bone. I fractured two, possibly three ribs and E bruised his hip. It felt like we laid in the street for hours, but I know it was maybe a second before I jumped up (cried out a wounded animal sound because I felt my ribs) and dragged our sorry selves out of the street.

We hobbled over to a bench. I assessed the kid, who was still clutching his scrapped finger. Scrape on his cheekbone, knees looked alright and he could walk. I sat up straight and was convinced by the pain that I had actually broken myself. However, I could walk and so could he and I knew that I hadn’t punctured a lung.

We made it to our bus stop and got on the first bus that I saw headed to downtown near the little grocery store we were on our way to before returning home. I was not going to go through such an ordeal and not have the bread, grapes and mushrooms when I made it home. Fantastically, this little grocery store (Rosebud) is more than a nice little place where people downtown can run in and stop for some basics and so that the people living in the apartments above it can have easy access to food…no, this little grocery store is right around the corner from my favorite bar downtown.

As everyone knows, the first thing you do when you have had a really bad fall is to NOT find medical help, but to sit yourself and your child down at the bar and have a beer. Thankfully, we are practically family it seems with the manager and staff, so it was no big deal for us to walk in 45 minutes before they were actually open and request a band aid & water for E and a beer for myself. I relayed our adventure, got sympathy faces and free beer. After pulling myself together and knowing for sure that I hadn’t punctured a lung (somethings you can easily figure out), we tipped, hugged and thanked our Backstage family. Off to the grocery store around the corner and then to home.

When we got home, William decided that I was just trying to make him feel bad for sleeping all day! If I want someone to feel bad, I need not go and break myself!

After a week of soreness and pain…I am still sore and still have pain! Elijah is back to ‘normal’ and advises that we not try all that again! I assume that sometime over the next two or three weeks I might feel like I am not ripping apart when I bend over to pick something up off the floor or reach up to grab something from the cabinet.

Yeah, let’s not try all that again.

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