Greetings from middle Tennessee. Our family stumbled onto the Bravewriter website about a year and a half ago, and we have been implementing activities from the Bravewriter Lifestyle since then. Although narration, dictation and copy work have always been a part of our normal lifestyle, other items such as the Friday Freewrite (dubbed the Fantastic Freewrite here as itâ€™s not always done on Fridays), Tuesday Teatime, Jot-It-Down, and some of your language games have greatly enhanced our lifestyle of learning.
I wanted to share how much we have enjoyed teatime in our home. My three boys (ages 11, 8 and nearly 6) enthusiastically look forward to it. I think what has amazed me most is that they love all aspects of it. They love the tea (especially when itâ€™s the good stuff), they love having snacks regardless of what they are comprised of, and they love reading poetry. I have also been surprised that they spend as much time as they do engaged in poetry. They pore over our poetry books, looking for just the right poems to read. My three year old daughter has just recently been â€œinvitedâ€ to join us (we used to do them during her nap time) and even she has an opinion as to what she want me to read for her.
I also loved the Project 365 idea and weâ€™ve started implementing that in our home as well. Whatâ€™s been most fun with that is that the boys are owning it, grabbing the camera when they see something that would be a good â€œpicture of the day.â€ In case you want to peek at that, our url is:
Iâ€™m attaching a few pictures from our last tea party. Thanks so much for sharing your heart and sharing your life with us. Your openness has often encouraged me and inspired me.
P.S. My almost six year old Nathan just came in an snapped a picture of me as I was writing this. Heâ€™s totally on board. And…heâ€™s my most free spirited â€“ his jot-it-downs are often hilarious. Just have to share this one. Last Thanksgiving we were delivering food one morning to some needy families. As we drove past a graveyard he asked me what it was. I told him it was a place where they bury people who have died. He looked a bit confused, and then said, â€œMom, why did they all die RIGHT THERE?â€ Heee heee. Gotta love the perspective of a five year old. 🙂