When I was growing up, life was a LOT simpler.
As a child, my parents were both well read and they were total DIYers. We had a garden with flowers and vegetables, dad made my wooden desk and mom sewed our pretty curtains. Not because we were poor, but because they enjoyed the entire process of creating and they were proud of their workmanship abilities. I was allowed to be a part of it all. I grew up being mentored, and when I wasn't watching them do life, I was immersed in books and puzzles — things they insisted was an essential part of childhood, apart from being outside in the fresh air.
I was sent to school like the other children, yet the bulk of my learning happened at home. My dad was a walking dictionary, and looking up from reading a word that was unfamiliar to me — he would give me the definition within seconds, in a way that was clear to a child. Watching over a pot of curry being cooked on the stove, my mom would interview me about the fairytale I had been reading. I wasn't aware then, but she was developing my close reading abilities. As I grew into a middle-schooler, I was asked WHY about everything. My father was training my logical thinking.
School gave me FACTS. It never gave me the skills and character I needed to become the global citizen I am today. That was entirely the work of my parents — who had homeschooled me with Vintage Values, and given me a solid head start in my formative years.
I went on to University on a Scholarship, studied abroad and broadened my horizons with new cultures and ideas. One thing held me steady - my foundational years.
When the time came for me to raise my own children, I naturally turned to my own childhood. I had been gifted with a Vintage Education. A childhood so rich, based on timeless values, that I had to pass it on.
A mom, passionate about Education done right. In a modern world spinning out of control with the pursuit of materialism and lack of family time, someone has to make sure the children experience what a REAL childhood is like.