Thanks. I realize that you’re just trying to help supply me with information, but the idea of kids with mud splattered on them means absolutely nothing to me regarding how they live (if anything, it means their parents are letting them see a bit of the real world). On the other hand, if they’re not reading decently by the time they’re 12 years old, then there is a problem, a BIG PROBLEM.
Those photos came from the mother's own blog, since they have her watermark on them. It would seem she has an "in your face" concept of how to interest others in this way of life that has not worked to her advantage here.
She has been trying to open a business as a dog groomer in a conventional setting in a strip mall. Based on these self-selected photos, I would hesitate to believe that she would maintain sanitary conditions and sterilize the equipment properly. When people have an extremist agenda, such as the anti-vaccination people defend their absolute rights but whose children mix with others' children who may have compromised immune systems at school or in public, this back-to-nature mom may be aggressive in her beliefs about what consititutes acceptable sanitation for another person's family member (pet).
I and other friends have gone through trauma with aggressive midwives when our labors were going bad and our fetuses at risk, but they refused to make the call for the doctor due to their own prideful agendas. I'm lucky mine survived my midwife's arrogance.
Not at all. We were not unschoolers but I did believe in certain aspects of homeschooling that you might not agree with. I had one son that didn’t read until he was 13. He was a bright lad, and had all the tools necessary, but could not decipher the words in a sentence. I know many would have labeled him much earlier, but I’d been there/done that with oldest son and the public school. Medicine, learning disability labels, the whole nine yards. As I mentioned, this one had the tools, he just couldn’t apply them. I waited, and in the meantime, taught. When he was...13? He picked up a copy of King Arthur’s Court from Great Illustrated Classics and read it, cover to cover. Nothing could stop him after that. I’m not saying every child is the same, not at all, but there is no line in the sand that ends at 12.