Every April Fool’s Day, I’m reminded of 1 Corinthians 1:25–
For the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.

Here’s to my fellow fools–hope you had a happy day!

OK, I’m trying not to be creeped out by this.

Michael has orchestra today and my husband had this ecumenical bishop synodical thingie, which left me (and the other three children) to get him there. It only lasts a half-hour, and since my New Year Resolution to no longer eat fast food (which I haven’t blogged about because that means I have no back way out of the resolution, LOL!)rules out my usual time-killer of McDonald’s cookies, I decided we’d pop over to the deli/butcher to get something for dinner tonight instead.

We have a Mennonite-run grocery surplus outlet about 45 minutes away that sells whole wheat bread (among other things, including lots of organics!) for $1.19 a loaf. Once every month or so, we travel down that way and stock up on bread to freeze. The bread comes on Tuesday, so that’s the day we need to be there. Today was Bread Day.

It was a gorgeous day. The morning was very foggy and chilly, but it was the type of fog and chill you know the sun will burn off. The trip down was peaceful and uneventful– no small feat with four little ones– and behavior was about as good as could be expected.

Every now and again, someone likes to come along and get all Steiner-er-than-Thou and tell me how I’m not really “doing Waldorf”. To which, nine years down the parenting path, I can finally say, “Well… you’re right.” I’m not an anthroposophist– I’m Catholic. I love books and have zero interest in eliminating them from my young children’s lives. I have four small children and not enough time or patience to plan two separate main lessons, the perfect Waldorf nursery experience, and a picture-perfect babyhood. And while this may sound defensive, I have to say that I am finally at a place where I’m OK with it.

One of the things that has always fascinated me about my children is how they manipulate language to fit their meaning. Nicholas, for example, has foregone words like “yesterday,” “today,” and “tomorrow” and instead uses “last day,” “this day,” and “next day.” They suit him better, and more fully express his meaning. I’ve noticed he has other ways of labeling his days, as well. Sundays are “Church Day.” When Pastor DH has lots of events that necessitate us being at church a lot on a weekday, Nicholas is confused. Weekdays aren’t Church Days.

I think we’re slowly wandering out of the strictly Waldorf aisle of homeschooling and into the eclectic section. This is really a difficult thing for me to admit. I love the beauty of Waldorf, as well the pedagogy and even some of the spirituality. I am not, however, married to a strict interpretation of the curriculum sequence.