When I FINALLY said “yes” to God about homeschooling, I had a sense that this was going to be a special gift for me on many levels. One of the things that homeschooling is doing for me, is allowing me to remember and relieve my childhood. Maybe find a piece of me that has been buried and needs to come out and play again? I wonder if anyone else has that experience? The less I do and the more I rest, I find myself diving deep and pondering things that I have not had the space to think of for awhile.
I have always been a tactile learner and felt very at home working with my hands in many different ways. Growing up, I loved working with my hands and felt very alive doing it. Then I hit high-school and the whole “college/what do you want to be when you grow up” hit. Looking back I had no idea of what I wanted to do or be or what was even a good fit for me. The pursuit of the better scores, the better high-school, the better college etc. etc was on and I didn’t see the value in a little exploration.
I remember being horrified when I took the NASVAB. It is a high-school military test that helps you to pinpoint your strengths and help you in selecting a college and a major. It said “Mechanic”. Yeah, they said I had great spacial skills and had the ability to work well with my hands so if I chose to join the armed forces I could be a mechanic.
Now here is a little background. I went to a highly competitive magnet high-school that featured the International Baccalaureate program. My peers where going to Yale, Harvard, Brown, Cal Tech and MIT and they knew it. I was embarrassed at my creative gifting and my state school acceptance. I always felt out of my league and spent 4 formative years in high-school competing with brainiacs, always feeling not good enough and dealing with a very weird, clicky subculture that was emotionally ruinous to me on so many levels. I rarely even mention my high-school experience or speak of it, so now that I can with out having a nervous twitch is great! (FYI – for those of you who know me well, this is one of the reasons why I said I would NEVER move back home.) All I have to say is never say never.
I was crushed with that assessment. I wish I had perspective then. Alas, perspective comes from time and experience and living and so now 15 years later, I look back at that and smile. Now I understand. I am coming full circle. I am picking up some pieces that I have swept under the rug do to time constraints etc. and I am exercising my creative muscles after a long hiatus. I wanted to leave the excerpt by Edith Schaeffer that is speaking to me. I will review the book in time, but there is so much in it for me, I am taking my time with it. So for now enjoy the quote and the “art” you will begin to find here on this little corner of the web.
So we are, on a finite level, people who create. Why does man have creativity? Why can man think of so many things in his mind, and choose, and then bring forth something that other people can taste, smell, feel, hear and see? Man was created that he might create. It is not a waste to pursue artistic or scientific pursuits in creativity, because that is what man was made to be able to do. He was made in the image of a Creator, and given the capacity to create…
It seems to me that the marks of personality- love, communication, and moral sensitivity – which are meant to sharpen as we are returning to communicating with God, should lead to an increased rather than decreased creativity. The Christian should have more vividly expressed creativity in his daily life, and have more creative freedom, as well as the possibility of a continuing development in creative activities.
- Edith Schaeffer The Hidden Art of Homemaking.