Today we’re making flatbread. It’s in conjunction with studying several ancient cultures as a part of Nic’s work. We’ve read stories about the ancient Hebrews and their neighbors. This week we read the story of Elissa, the queen who founded Carthage. Next week I believe we will read a story about the Kush people. And flatbread was important to all of these cultures.

We have fresh bread here all the time. Seriously, like 4 or 5 times a week. But I am fortunate to have a bread maker. This is good because it is usually too much for me to plan out time for kneading and rising and all of that. The bread machine does it all and produces darn fine bread.

So while the boys kneaded the dough, over and over and over, we talked about what a timesaver a bread machine is and tried to imagine what it must have been like long ago (and even now in some parts of the world) to not have a bread machine, or even not have electricity.

Nic’s observation was: ‘bread is sacred.’ Cool.

The bread is in the kitchen (hopefully) rising. The boys are off building and playing again. They’ve been very passionate about building this morning — Theo with legos, always legos — Nic with zoobs or mindstorms or whatever is working for him at that moment.

In this way, we respect the rhythms of life. Bread needs time to rise…it cannot be rushed. Children need times to play, times to focus, times to daydream, times to move, and times to come back to focus again after the experiences have integrated and been explored. Homeschool allows for these natural rhythms. Bells never ring. Children who are deeply engrossed are rarely ever taken away to something else simply because ‘it’s time.’

And although Nic did complete several math problems today, he said he was pretty sure that the flatbread was the only work of his that he was interested in tasting. ๐Ÿ˜‰

blessed be,

ps — I’ll post tomorrow an update on whether or not the bread was edible. ๐Ÿ™‚