A cell? I’m supposed to teach my children about a cell?
And all the little itty bitty parts that make it go? Yah, right. I’m no scientist. I’m not even a semi-scientist. I didn’t even really like science. Unless it was pretty. Or fun.
Fun? Isn’t science, like history, supposed to be boring? Isn’t it, like the back of a washing machine supposed to be so complex the standard homemaker can’t understand it and must call in an expert?
Taking on the washer challenge, I didn’t mind dismantling the fearfully complicated machine, fixing the guts, and reattaching the nutted, bolted, and what’s-a-hoozed back.
I only had one piece leftover.
Chemistry would be a similar homeschool test for me; I didn’t mind a gap or two, but a whole bucket of unclaimed knowledge bolts ? Scary thought.
Thankfully, I would purchase something for chemistry that I didn’t have for the laundry room: a manufacturer’s manual. I had wiggled out of the subject in high school, convincing my teachers I didn’t really need the subject and I would be much more pleased in physics. I used my math grades to prove my point, and they let me get away with it. But what we don’t sow, we don’t reap.
When my elementary-aged children became interested in the basics of chemistry, I knew my past had caught up with me … again. What relief when Christian Kids Explore Chemistry sent me crawling around on the floor with my children on an oval rag rug, learning about nuclei and pili.
We had fun (yes, science fun!) while they learned enough to later complete high school courses with the basics already under their Bunsen burners.
It’s amazing how enjoyable a subject can be when knees are planted not only in prayer, but also on vacuumable vacuoles.
I fixed the machine and Bright Ideas Press fixed the science. And to God be the glory for the great things He has done!
Note: Yes, I know the rug isn’t rag … and it’s not oval. (For full disclosure, the weed tree pic of a previous post wasn’t my weed tree, but a pic I took elsewhere in Florida. I’ve saving my WT pics for the autumn when he really lets loose his personality!)
So … Where’s the good ol’ chem-rug now? It went the way of the owl pellet remnants. Some things we just can’t hang onto forever. The new rug (pictured), still growing stitch by crocheted stitch, is for new memories with new little ones … in Sunday School. God and little children, now that’s chemistry.
Fluttering by for now,disclosure policy.