About Us

We are Ferdy (aged 9), Harriet (Mum - age too old to reveal) and Gil (aged 6).

Ferdy started school in September 2017 and Gil in September 2020, and Ferdy and Gil are home educated on Fridays (flexischooling is a combination of formal schooling and home educating). This does not mean an extra weekend day (Ferdy!), but that we will be doing days out, some reading, some writing, some maths and generally things relating to what both boys are learning at school.

We will be keeping a record of our progress (and our mistakes) on this blog. Any comments/ideas gratefully received!

Monday, 6 May 2019

It's what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.

This blog could have been about how we went to see the Sandmartins nesting near Nottingham this Friday, and how we spotted herons, snails and slugs on a woodland walk. Or it could have been about the division by sharing that Ferdy requested we do before we go out, (although that may have been a bit boring).


But it's actually going to have to be about reading.

As mentioned a few times, Ferdy has not wanted to learn to read at all. He managed to spend his first year at school not reading any of the books that he brought home, and seems to have been extremely successful in getting us to read to him all the time, whilst totally ignoring all mention of looking at words or letters.

He has quite recently, encouraged by speech bubbles in The Beano, started to read properly. But since Easter (when no one was paying any attention to his reading) things have abruptly clicked and he is suddenly spelling out and reading everything he can see. 

In the last 24 hours tl clockwise to middle: reading instead of going to bed; reading instead of getting up;
reading to Gil instead of eating breakfast; reading in the car; reading instead of eating supper; reading in a cafe;
reading instead of lunch; reading when we got home; reading in the evening...

Ferdy didn't walk until he was nearly two; we were seeing a paediatrician as he showed no signs of walking at all. She suggested some exercises, which he wouldn't do. One day, when I was on the phone, he got up, walked past me in the kitchen, through the hallway and into the garden. I had never seen him walk before. He walked everywhere from that moment onwards. 

He is my son, so of course I think he's pretty amazing, but I am in awe of his ability to do things when he is ready, and only then, despite all the pressure surrounding him. Who knows what our children could become if we gave them the resources, but left them to do things at their own pace?


(title quote copyright Oscar Wilde)

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