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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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The messiness of genius

The other day I asked Daniel to straighten out the tangle of chords that threatened to take over the living room.  The DSL line, the phone line, the extra length of the phone line, the lamp, the……

And in typical Daniel fashion, he attacked the task with gusto.  “Here ya go, mom!” he announced later with his charming smile.

I came over and glanced downed.  I decided to sit down….I could feel some mild vertigo coming on.

I have no idea how he did it but the tangle of chords had morphed into an even bigger tangle.  Chords were hobbled together with rubber bands and other chords.  Red, yellow and green rubber bands festooned the pile like a bizarre Christmas decoration.  Throw in a few blinking lights and there you have it, I thought.

I picked up one of the more nasty looking knots to try to understand what he had down.  Okay….here was the DSL line with the phone line.  I think.  And instead of wrapping ONE rubber band around a ONE neatly folded cord, he had strung THREE rubber bands intertwined with one another and joined groupings of the chords.

Daniel continued beaming at his handiwork.

“Uh, WHAT exactly did you do here honey?”

“I cleaned up the mess!”  He beamed some more.

“Let me show you what I had in mind….” I was trying to untangled the tangle that was supposedly already untangled.

15 minutes later….

“OH!  That’s what you meant…..”

Later I groused to Jay about it and he only chuckled.

“Did you see what he hooked up in his room?”

Jay went on to explain how he set up a diode to light up in case someone was on the phone so he’d know not to pick up the phone.  He had also set up a system so that if he answers the phone in his room and it’s for him…he does something to make it ring again in the house.

And I’m not going to even TRY to explain the independent phone network he set up.  From SCRATCH. (If these afternoon visits with Mr. Jim, our telephone expert friend, keep up…WHO knows what this kid will do.)

“I don’t know how he did it,” Jay said, laughing.  Jay….the man with an electronics background.  Jay, the man who aced Calculus in College and is a CPA.

I’m not even going to attempt to try to figure this one out.  If I did….my brain would resemble that previous pile of cords.

And I don’t think anyone could untangle that mess.

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The Box business

My friend Dan Miller wrote a brilliant piece today entitled “Serving Customers or Making Cars?”  In it he talks about how many businesses are more focused on creating demand for their products instead of truly listening to the customers’ needs.  IE…the American auto industry that continues to pump out cars with a 5-year life span instead of high quality ones.  Gotta keep ‘em coming back, eh?

It really made me thing about The Box business.  A while ago, I wrote about how Vincent Van Gogh’s dad, Theodoris, was a man who insisted that if his son didn’t fit the mold it was his kid that was off- not the mold.

Much of our educational system is based upon The Box.  No Child Left Behind, Pre-kindergarten (and hang on to your seatbelts because it’s probably just a matter of time before pre-K becomes mandatory), Achievement tests….pity the poor child who doesn’t fit well within these things- within The Box.

The Box has a whole industry created around it.  If your child has a learning difference or any sort of difference, it is classified and deemed pathological.  Therapy and medication are needed! Whole new specialties are formed.  Perhaps before long universities will be offered PhD’s in Boxology.  Oh, wait…they already have that, it’s just known under different names.

You see, my son Daniel learns differently.  His approach to chickens differs greatly from my approach to chickens.  In my world, I could get a book….read….carefully construct a coop….select the breed….etc… Everyone knows this is how it’s done properly, right?

Actually, I lied.  Because of all those steps I just lined out, I would never get a chicken.  Too much dang work!

Daniel’s approach?  Get the chickens and then run sliding and sailing and slipping in the mud of the sheer exhilarating joy of learning.

It’s the same way he’s learned about aquariums and tropical fish and electricity and plumbing and construction and…..

My most important role is to get out of the way…not insist he learn the way I do.

You’d think I’d learn by now!

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