When we were expecting our first child, I started talking with my wife about homeschooling—which I now prefer to call unschooling. She agreed, and we have never regretted it. Raised to be independent learners, both children did well on their college entrance exams and are now away at college.
Working at home, I was able to help with our children's unschooling. I read to them—I am eternally grateful for the public library—and played with them. We sang, danced, built a house, hunted for turtles, crayfish, mushrooms, and learned to keep honeybees together.
"In a poem, the secrets of the poem give it its tension and gift of emerging sense and form, so that it’s not always the flowering in the poem and the specific images that make it memorable, but the tensions and physicality, the rhythms, the underlying song.
The high spots of a poem could be said to correspond with the bloom in the garden. But you need the compositional entity in order to convey the weight and force of the poem’s motion, of its emerging meaning.
I am going to recommend some memoirs, some funnier than others, and also some novels that are based, somewhat, on the writers' lives.
Angela's Ashes, by Frank McCourt: Listen to the audio recording read by the author, if you can. When he describes his father singing, McCourt sings the Irish songs for you. That added to my enjoyment of this wonderful book.
The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls
Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady, by Florence King (This memoir does make one think she exaggerates, perhaps, but it's very funny.)