(Lord willing… there is always a day or two gone astray -real life here)
at breakfast, we meet around the table for 30 minutes or less.
We light candles.
We sing a hymn.
We read a Proverb that corresponds to the day or another choice of devotional material.
I pray for the children, our family, people we love, requests that have been given to me, etc.
Twice a week, my high school students miss this time but they are experiencing high school Bible at an outside of the home class. I miss them. I continue on.
All Creatures of Our God and King, And Can It Be, Amazing Grace, Morning Has Broken, We Gather Together, Come Thou Fount, Praise to the Lord
Review Hymns: Lord of the Dance, This is My Father’s World
A Child’s Story Bible by Catherine Vos
Training Hearts, Teaching Minds by Starr Meade (so so pleased with this! short, sweet, and mighty! Strong impact. Love!)
-Sometimes, I read something, and then- suddenly, a here-to-fore blurred image is instantly crystal clear; singular dots suddenly streak together in a true north straight line;
“the flash” of insight illuminates a common daily occurrence; such was today-
Every night, when I tuck her in… she asks, “What’s for breakfast in the morning?” It is a plea. It is sweet little girl eyes beseeching me. It is a small face looking for something to anticipate. It is a heart’s desire to elevate the every day to so much more. Every day, her heart is looking for the day to come to be infused with special meaning; anointed with a certain golden shine; in some way lifted above the common daily, every day.
I get it. I do. At least I thought I did.
Every night, I have tried to answer patiently and I have tried to pull freshness and creativity from the oftentimes tired depths of heart and soul.But I have been confused, too. Why the focus on breakfast? Why the importance and glad happiness when I answer with something yum?
I have answered patiently and I have tried to elevate our breakfast because I myself have lived with the choking taste in my mouth of a daily round of duty. Swallowing it back is hard. It doesn’t have to be that way. While there are very good lessons to be learned in contentment and satisfaction with things not being ‘special’ and my love (Todd) is so good at this and has taught our family and kids some great lessons in this-
there is still an innate longing in this small girl (and in me, too, which might be why I have traveled this small path toward insight)
So when I manage, (even hot oatmeal is a treat when presented prettily, crowned with brown sugar, and adorned with blueberries)- how she alights and what soul satisfaction! And I have swallowed back (and sometimes failed) just hushing the sweet seeking spirit (sometimes, cereal is all we’ve got and there is naught a candle to be lit)… I have fought this little battle with an intuitive understanding of this quest for “special” and a practical, life experience with “no-nonsense.”
A little insight dawned when I read this little post. It sent me to investigate the enneagram (which I had never heard of) and my brief foray brought me to a chart I can no longer find anywhere. I have not yet read the book she links in that above post. Anyway, the chart had a personality type with a motivation toward needing things to be ‘special.’ This clicked for me. Deep inside, I was suspecting my small one’s questions were coming from some sort of need inside of her and I didn’t feel right handling it ascetically (very interesting to me that ascetic and aesthetic are so closely related in letters and opposite meanings and relevant to what I am trying to communicate here!)
Then, today, I read this(from Winnie the Pooh ):
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
― A.A. Milne
And, there, the stars aligned.
My little darling. My little mix of Piglet and Pooh. My little one, asking “What’s for breakfast?” And really, she’s saying, “What’s going to happen exciting today?” and when the day starts off with a soul satisfying breakfast- well! It can only get better.
And Oh! the wise A.A. Milne and suddenly I felt, I knew. It is time to go deep into this book. It is time to soak the words. And I will cry. I felt the mist already. Because somehow, it is all mixed up with Christopher Robin and my darlings starting kindergarten and…the very end of The House at Pooh Corner… and my last little girl who has never seemed like a little girl as she is always keeping right up with her sisters and truly keeping all of us always on our toes. Oh!!!
And I felt again, the deep, deep connection stories and books weave in my life and in our family. And I can’t grab it back… I can’t grab back those days with one small boy up above my shoulder and the other next to me…and hours and hours of reading. But I am so glad. I am so glad. And now, I have one small girl above my shoulders and the other pulled close across my chest… and this is the day and the time is now. And I am glad, grateful that He always leads me in books and that will be for me, for always, small ones or big ones. Thank You, Lord.
I can’t remember when now. It was sometime last Spring, I think. When I started to feel that our breakfast table was very important. When I started to know I was supposed to prepare breakfast for my people, light candles, and read Scripture. I resisted this. I grew up in a fend for yourself for breakfast household. And I have read godly advice over the years where a large homeschool family did teach all the children to get their own breakfast while the Mom walked and got started on the school day.And I have spent many years, very, very tired in the morning, raising wee ones and up in the night.
But, it is a new season and I felt the Lord calling me differently. I listened. And I obey…sometimes very imperfectly. But I do. And it does crown our day. And it has satisfied a place in my soul. A beauty-longing place. A place seeking meaning.I am supposed to make breakfast. So I do. And I open the Word, and we sing, and we pray.
And now, whenever, my little girl asks me “What’s for breakfast?” and “What’s happening tomorrow?” I will orient myself even more whole-heartedly to answer her from a place of life-giving. Tomorrow is a day where there will be love, and something tasty, and books to read: there will be life.
There will be the richness of a storied life.
Thank You, Lord.
Circle Time. This happens twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays.
Sometimes called Morning Meeting. Sometimes called Afternoon Meeting.
Oftentimes, the most precious time of my week.
Every year, I print myself a little itinerary and I put it in the front of my binder with print-outs of the Scriptures and poems behind. I follow that itinerary doggedly. It is the flashlight shining on the thorny way, at times. It helps keep us moving along, which is needed! I also have benedictions/blessings printed out and placed in there for me to choose from as well as a Scripture prayer I pray over the children at the close of each meeting. I also try to have a sweet treat ready to elevate this gathering and generate anticipation!
Here’s what we are doing this year:
Hymn Sing/Prayer Requests
24 Family Ways
Poetry Review/IEW Poetry (learning level 2 this year)
Literature Study on Tues/Shakespeare on Fri
Fine Art Appreciation
Prayer & Benediction
* our Scriptures
Psalm 100, Psalm 1, 1 John 3, Phillipians 4:4-13
*our potential hymns
Old Rugged Cross, Fairest Lord Jesus, This Is My Father’s World, A Mighty Fortress, Christmas Hymns
Breakfast Hymns: All Creatures of Our God and King, And Can It Be, Amazing Grace, Morning Has Broken, We Gather Together, Come Thou Fount, Praise to the Lord
September Midnight by Sara Teasdale, God’s Grandeur by Gerald Manly Hopkins, A Bird Came Down The Walk by Emily Dickinson, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, Children, It’s Spring by Mary Oliver, Autumn by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,Artillery by George Herbert,The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry, The Smile by William Blake, The Coming by R.S. Thomas
Poems for Review: If, The Eagle, A Psalm of Life, Tyger, The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls, The Children’s Hour, Bicycle Ride, Weathers, Crossing the Bar, Gratefulnesse, Hope is the thing with feathers, Stopping by Woods, Two Roads Diverged in a Wood, The Wind; IEW Level 1 Poetry
Are you having a circle time/meeting time this year? Has it blessed your school? Do you include any rituals to invite beauty, life, and grace? I am thinking about some fresh rituals for our routine.
We began school on Thursday and all in all, I think it went very well. There is always so much joy in the calling, and I am always surprised and grateful when it floods me. Yet it always does. Such confirmation.
The cuteness of the kindergartners is enough to burst the cheeks from grinning. There are also strong emotions as they figure themselves out side by side with someone else.
We also had ‘waterworks’ as Ama would say because they were denied the ‘right’ to share their little sister’s preschool workbook. I just laughed. They have their own, large, brand new stack of school books. Crying could not sway me. 😉
I will try again to start the day with beauty and light. We did today. I think it makes a difference! And coffee. Lots of coffee. 🙂
I am thinking about doing a little homeschool series, highlighting different areas of our school, what we are using, and how we are doing it. I always enjoy such posts and learn a lot, even when it is completely different than what I would use.
I am realizing that these are the last two years. The last two years of our school expanding, expanding. In two years, seasons change again, and we start to fledge. I think I will begin to group college aged children together when that time comes and take their photos. Because they will still be my darlings and my ministry even as roles change (they shift each year of life, yes?) I pray God helps me figure it out as I need to.
Feeling completely underneath the mountain, as I begin to organize next school year. I remember my dear friend who said: you are always just one roll from being on top your game! Just keep rolling that ball. (We have now begun our year and all is *mostly* organized.) It took August. And now, its September and we have begun and I am walking in grace and seeking God. I still have so many piles.
A maybe “final” swim at her house, and what will I remember? All the grace poured out on me, on us, as my children rub elbows with each other. I’ll remember.
Meatballs in the crockpot. Meatballs over rice.
Safe travels for a weekend ‘home’
Joshua swimming in the deep: he graduated.
Norah, jumping off the diving board to Todd. Again, again. She is so brave and courageous. So satisfied with stretching out, stretching herself and these adventures. She goes boldly forward. I love her.
Micah- beat Grandad at basketball. And this is a day to remember.
the electric bicycle
tents in the backyard.
A brother, at the grill, in the widest brimmed hat, cranking out the hot dogs and hamburgers
Mini-figure joy and she came home with the ballerina. Love.
Couches with my sister. And a helpful talk.
A surprise for my Mom- that was truly a surprise and a bakery cake after all these years…
and that said… finding a kosher bakery… and how the tastes brought back childhood memories for my Mom
my two aunties and my Mom. I grew up in the sunshine of their love for each other. Still loving after all these years… and the sisterly kiss as they say goodbye and Todd, “its like I am looking at the future…30 years from now” They love. I love.
Me, in the pool, every morning, after long years of no swimming. Thanks to a beloved Aunt and a wonderful, long black swim skirt. And also, babies getting bigger and puddle jumpers! Those things have turned our swim times(with little non-swimmers) around!
time to sit and talk with a dear friend, eat salads and desserts, and hide away from the crowd
Talking til 3 a.m. with my brothers and a french pressed tea pressed deep into my heart. I cupped it like I cup him, to my heart.
Cinnamon Rolls for a first day breakfast, and pictures, and kindergarten and the day my small one sat in my lap for three stories. She is so busy, I treasured the soft weight of her and her sweet head under my chin.
Pretty hair for my girls.
The last summer squash cake. Devoured.
Walks at our “MD greenway” and my favorite are the sunset walks when the trees blacken and the gold streams out across the sky
two sweet girls who held hands with my darlings, listened to their chatter, and added special fun to a walk
the sudden change in air, the weather. Out of nowhere, after a summer so hot, I sometimes felt choked, autumn strokes my cheek in promise. When its 100 degrees, its hard to believe it will ever be crisp and brisk again. It will. It is. And I just can’t get enough. Wind, sun, cool air, freshness. I watch leaves begin to twirl at a house I love and my heart knows its promise.
The butterflies. They are here too. The Swallowtails. They are here. And they soothe my soul and comfort my heart. And the magic of their flutter- what can compare? It is like they bless the days- as they glide by.
I, trying to soak the sunshine, cause I remember so well all those long gray days last winter… when it feels hard to remember the sun can shine so bright. It can. It will.
The seasons roll with a predictability that ought to bring comfort. I am like a child. I can’t see. I need to trust. Trust and rest in each day, each season.. and remember those words she said to me… all the sincerity shining from beautiful eyes, from many goodbyes, from relentless change… “Just treasure each day. Treasure each day. That’s all you can do.” If I live my life, treasuring the days, will I accumulate for myself, a necklace of the most priceless jewels? I will wear it round my heart, and at will and whim, hold one gem to the light, where all the love and beauty will catch the moment’s color. It is the way to make them mine forever.
The hawk gliding, the breeze blowing and all the senses alive, the sounds, the feel, the fresh breeze smells, and his music on the bluetooth, where ever he is, singing our hearts out, … into the summer, this summer that is spinning its glorious self out. Stretching these last golden days… September.
Endless Gifts. Even in the hard. I find You.