The Call of the Wild and Free Reclaiming Wonder in Your Child’s Education

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Wow, a beautiful book, that transport you back in your childhood. That encourage you to reflect on education.
There's a gap between those magical years as a child, and those anxious years as an adult. We shouldn't hurry or push our children to go into the later.
What if they were to teach us the closest we can be to real life? Instead of stealing their most precious gift, what if we were reminded we had it too, long time ago.

A parenting book to be read for sure.


1- The Light Went Out in His Eyes

on a bus for his first day of school and did what nearly every other mother does—I followed it.
I watched his little blond head bopping above the seat as the bus.
I know, I know, this is what every red-blooded kid goes through in life. It’s a rite of passage for growing up. Going to school is what kids do. It helps them become confident, independent, socialized, educated, and capable of thriving in the world.

And Wyatt thrived in school. He made friends. He got good grades. He impressed his teachers. He won Citizen of the Month, and we proudly displayed the banner in our front yard.

I decided half-day kindergarten wasn’t half bad. But then it was over.
The next year, we started all over again. This time for a full seven-hour day.
It wasn’t long before I noticed some changes in my firstborn. His disposition toward us changed. He seemed more distant. He became more interested in what other kids thought of him. He was losing his childlike innocence.
I saw the light go out in his eyes.

he was becoming someone other than who he was meant to be.
I wanted to give him a childhood. And I wanted to experience it with him.


I’m just going to say it. Childhood has been lost. To video games, to sports leagues, to after-school programs, to day care, to mobile devices, to peer pressure, to Netflix, to “gifted” classes, to extracurricular activities, to homework, to being carted between split homes every other weekend, and to busy schedules, just like their parents.

Some say this is progress. That we’ve evolved as a species to the point where children are able to act like adults, carry the same responsibilities, and handle the same pressures.
Other studies reveal that children simply cannot learn under stress.

on being the first to read, on being three grade levels ahead in math, and on getting accepted into the gifted classes and honors programs.
These are all things that boost our pride as parents, to be sure.
we have traded their souls for a life in the rat race. We have forgotten that for everything gained, something is lost.

They bloom with love, not perfect language skills.
Plutarch said that “education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”


Childhood is not meant to be merely preparation for adulthood. It’s a time to be cherished, protected, and preserved.
Our kids will have many opportunities for careers, discipline, and hard work. But they get only one childhood. So let’s make it magical.
A magical childhood isn’t about having the best toys, gadgets, and vacations. It’s actually the opposite. It’s about simplicity. A magical childhood is about freedom. Freedom to explore, discover, and play.

I remember canoeing alone on the river behind my house when I was a girl. I remember running through the woods, pretending I was Pocahontas. I remember sledding down the hill behind our neighborhood.
I remember the hours I spent in the woods. It was up on the hill behind my house among the spruce and fir trees that I figured out who I was.

we cannot give our children wonder, curiosity, or a desire to learn. Children are born with these things. Wonder is the birthright of every child. It’s the natural tendency to look at the world and want to explore it. Wonder is triggered by beauty, by new discoveries, and by our imaginations. Children live in a constant state of wonder. They’re always learning, exploring, and discovering new things.
Children are born with all the wonder they will ever need. Our job is not to take it away.


“Wonder is the beginning of wisdom.”


letting go wasn’t difficult. But stealing something precious from him was.
And I knew I was the only one who could give it back to him.

2- Reclaiming Motherhood