I have read a lot of Montessori for the last few years, I love Montessori and it fits us well. But my feeling right now is that X has associated Montessori with painful learning after the year he has been through. Even though this material is attractive to him, every time he gets it in his hands, I see a wave of disgust shooting through his body, and he just cannot use it. He can’t.
I had to come to (yet another) hard realization: I am going to have to let go of Montessori…
but now, I have made peace with that. (it wasn’t easy!)
I will always be inspired by the Montessori philosophy, and it’s many principles, but I have to come to conclusion that at this point in time, X is not able to work within this method, and that I have to honour that. Otherwise, I would have to wrestle with him, and that would be counterproductive. That would just destroy the whole point of Montessori.
I am having a hard time, having read Montessori for so long, to find out what are my own believes, and what are the ones that are Montessori’s. So, I have been looking elsewhere. I have been learning new things, and revisiting old ones. And we are finding ourselves – finally.
I see this period of time as being a time to try new things and keep the ones we like, and ditch the ones we don’t. I don’t want to follow blindly a method, I want to make our own.
I am being inspired by Waldorf’s rhythm and handwork, Charlotte Mason’s litterature based learning and narrating, and highly influenced by everything from project based homeschooling. (aka Reggio Emilia)
|X is being hooked by everything manual, stories that are told, nature, and most of all (and surprisingly!) arts. He had been talking all week about this set of main lesson book he oversaw. He has been asking me how to make drawings like these, and now wants to have his own journal to draw in. I never saw him as excited about drawing before.
I don’t know where this will drive us. But it will be our road, our journey, and nobody else’s.
And truthfully, it feels good to have gotten out of Montessori’s. I realize that deep down, I felt stuck in so many ways in a mould, a good one indeed, but one I might have never felt that I was able to fit perfectly. And this weight on me. I feel good to be able to do it my way, our way.
And so, here I am, packing Montessori away, with a sigh of relief, and excitement to see what lies ahead.