our favorite holiday

Passion Week is my favorite yearly celebration. It wasn’t always this way until I learned to see the Bible as one big connecting LOVE STORY since the beginning. I learned some really amazing, significant facts in my grown-up years that I am excited each year to share with my children.

When Jesus entered Jerusalem to begin his journey to the cross, it was the EXACT same week over 1000 years prior that Moses began petitioning to Pharaoh to free God’s people – the Israelites from the Egyptian slaves. Lambs were slain as the atonement for their sins and the blood was painted on their doors so that death would pass by their first born son. Each year since then, God’s people would celebrate Passover, and this week was no different.

1000+ years later in April, A.D. 30, Jesus enters Jerusalem to begin his Father’s mission, the death of His first born Son on a cross as an atonement for the sins of the whole world. Only this time, death would be overcome by his miraculous resurrection 3 days later on April 17, A.D. 30. Death, sin, and shame would be defeated once and for all for all of God’s people past, present, and future! Finally a Holy God could have right relationship with those He loved.

It wasn’t a random occurrence or just a lovely time of year to redeem the whole world, it was planned before the beginning of time. It blew my mind when I first learned this. And as you can imagine, I have SO MUCH FUN explaining to my children that the old covenant has ended and the new promise of eternal life is theirs. The Gospel (“good news”). This new, wonderful, Never Stopping, Never Giving up, Unbreaking, Always and Forever Love.

Here’s some of the simple ways we celebrate each year:

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” ~John 3:16

The morning started off with gifts! Easter baskets from Mimi & PopPop to celebrate the greatest gift.
We read from the Jesus Storybook Bible each day to set the scene.
Dad acting as Jesus while he’s up against the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilot. Mom and Tristan are Scribes & Religious leaders yelling, “Give us Barabbas! Crucify Jesus!”

Here’s a glimpse of last year’s Easter:

A fun Seder with friends Isabella and Bri.
Bows & curtsies for a riveting performance.

O, taste and see…

{Occasionally I like to take a break from the homeschooling updates and share the things a mother ponders… Enjoy.}

I’m amazed over and over again how much the Bible references food. It seems that God didn’t just create food to nourish our bodies, but to be enjoyed. Almost every time Jesus sat down to teach his disciples, they were passing around freshly cooked fish, breaking warm bread, and drinking good wine. It seems he knew a thing or two about the significance of food when training and nurturing young minds. Studies have actually been conducted to show that regular communal eating leads to a higher satisfaction of life.

Richard Scarry look-a-like cake

Sally Clarkson once asked her four adult children (separately) what it was that led them to love the God of the Bible they taught in their home growing up. Their response wasn’t what she expected… “It was the french toast on Saturday mornings.” “It was the homemade cinnamon rolls you made every Christmas.” “It was the deep conversations over a delicious dinner almost every night.” They each answered with a particular meal in mind! I think there is something to this.

homemade chocolate peanut butter ice cream

The world-wide lockdown has required me to work 10x harder at cultivating a warm, lovely, generous atmosphere in our home. This was “work” before the lock-down even began, but now I feel my heart wandering so quickly to complaint, boredom, and self-pity. My three little “mirrors” were a a wake-up call to my own heart. I believe that the mother holds most of the weight in setting the temperature of the home (“be the thermostat, not the temperature”). Around week three of sequestering I realized I need to stop murmuring, wash my face, and CHOOSE to create the beauty in our home that I craved.

I started with food.

I tend to rotate the same 5-8 meals but when I decided to just mix it all up one night with breakfast for dinner, I saw a major change in moods and hearts, including mine! From breakfast for dinner, to homemade ice-cream, to a Thanksgiving supper, my little starlings lit up with delight. The snacks upscaled to berries and whipped cream, little surprise chocolate treats, and fresh-squeezed lemonade. Nothing was too expensive or fancy. It was simple. Like fish and bread …but seasoned with love.

breakfast casserole with smoothies

The point actually isn’t the food, even though it stimulates our senses in powerful ways. The point is how a delicious, nourishing meal can instantly turn your once complaining heart into a grateful one… if you’re looking for it. It still takes choosing beauty. Choosing gratitude. Choosing love. Proverbs 17:1 says, “Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, than a house full of feasting with strife.”

family dinners~ a sacred space

Maybe it seems like a silly remedy. Like you’re only hitting the tip of the iceberg on that bad attitude (and maybe that’s true – our hearts are deceptively wicked at the core). But I like to think about how Jesus used this silly method… and it worked. Every time he broke bread, they tasted of love. If God-incarnate can use his creation to share his goodness, I can too. If my toddler can take his first bite of a savory, homemade cheeseburger and see the smile of his mother and father as they do the same – communal feasting at it’s best – and sense the goodness of a God he doesn’t quite know yet… the extra effort in the kitchen was worth it.

O taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. -Psalm 34:8

Houdini & Quarantining

We’ve seemed to have had one crisis after another lately. Tristan climbing out of his crib (no matter what deterrents or traps or gadgets we set-up) and now, the coronavirus pandemic. Our little Houdini seems to keep escaping and keeping us up in the wee hours for 3 weeks now. The social distancing mandated to prevent the spread of the virus has made us quiet stir crazy. Combining sleep deprivation with not being able to see anyone except each other has caused quite a few meltdowns (mostly from mom). However, I think we’re on the up and out with our “new normal” and Blake and I have started implementing some new hopeful strategies for Tristan and have found ways to keep the isolation fun!

In the meantime, here are some of the neat things we’ve been up to the last month or so. Starting with at home…

Post-quarantine pool purchase

Lots of outdoor play including identifying the wild flowers in our very backyard. Those include the Oriental Hawksbeard, Spanish Needles, and Violet Woodsorrels (pictured). We learned most of them are edible and their medicinal uses. Adon was fascinated by this and it has sparked his desire to learn about every flower, plant and seed we come across.

One day, Tristan fell and scraped his knee. As he cried and I held him, Adon ran inside to set up a “boo boo feast” so that his little brother would feel better. It worked. 😊

We also need enjoyed many trips outside the home (before the virus sequestered us).

Hikes, hikes, and more hikes. We love going on trails with friends and each other. There is always something new to see! This was a combination of hikes with some Wild + Free homeschool friends, some new/old friends that moved back to Lakeland, and family hikes.

We also snuck in a beach trip to the gulf coast to visit some sweet friends. It was a beautiful day with great company, and such a nice change of scenery! I should also mention it was Micah’s FIRST beach trip. 💖

Here’s some other family outings and updates.

Speed Boat show at Lake Hollingsworth brought people from all over the world to our backyard! The boats were exciting but the boys enjoyed the personal tour they received of an Ambulance by a kind Fireman even more.

We’re also excited about Blake’s transition to The Lakeland Athletic Club and the new opportunities it’s already bringing about! So proud of his courage in this jump and how hard he works to allow me to raise our boys at home.

Even in a pandemic, don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers.

I can teach myself to read.

Today Adon specifically asked if we could start reading lessons. According to Charlotte Mason’s theory on developmental readiness, children should not begin any formal school lessons until the age of exactly six or older. Until then, children should be growing in awe and wonder of all living things outdoors and trained in good habits. The order is simple yet paramount for future homeschooling success.

I decided to follow my 5 year old’s lead and start the 1st (of 100) reading lessons. Excited to start, we laid out our cozy outdoor quilt under a shady evergreen tree. The younger two were napping and we had warm blueberry oatmeal for comfort food (mom’s attempt at trying to make good associations with this new endeavor).

We began our first lesson with enthusiasm, repeating sounds of letters out loud, but after a few minutes in, Adon decided it was too simple and blurted out, “I don’t need to learn how to read from this dumb book, I can teach myself to read.” I wasn’t completely shocked by this response knowing my precocious little boy, but I did however think it would have waited at least until lesson 4 or 5, maybe 7!

I had a short conversation about how the writers of this book could possibly have more wisdom and experience in teaching others how to read than my 5 year old, and then talked about the difference of being good verses great. I shared how I can read “good”, but how I wished someone had sat with me at five as an eager learner and taught me how to be an excellent reader. Reading is so much more than learning sounds, it’s learning how to read a lot of material at once and retain most of what you read. It’s comprehension. It’s learning concepts. It’s anticipating what happens next and learning contextualization. And if you learn how to read poorly at a young age, it will interfere with the rest of your learning-life.

This reading program by Distar – published by Science Research Associates, Inc. – has been collecting data for decades on the best possible way to teach children to read. They say,

“We have worked with children at preschool to college levels who could not read and whose parents probably believed in the finality of the labels with which the school had adorned these students: dyslexic, perceptually handicapped, learning-disabled. These labels are nonsense. Almost without exception, the “disabled” students that we have worked with had two obvious problems. The first was that they had not been taught properly. Their confusion suggested that the malfunctions existed in the teacher’s techniques, not in the children’s minds. The second problem was that these students seemed to believe the labels. They hated reading (or trying to read). But the cure for these problems did not involve neurosurgery or wonder drugs. It involved nothing more than starting over and teaching carefully.”

Adon had decided he didn’t want to be a great reader, that being a good reader was enough. I closed the book and would be lying if I said I wasn’t discouraged. I didn’t allow that emotion of frustration or discouragement hinder me for long, however, because I knew that far more important in learning how to read was keeping his heart. I lovingly told my son that “no matter how good or bad he learns to read, I’ll always be proud of him. If you don’t want to learn how to read great right now, go play! Run, jump, listen to the Boxcar Children stories. We’ll pick up this book again another day when you’re ready.”

There’s a couple of lessons I learned here today.

  • No formal lessons until age 6, really.
  • My sweet Adon will be a trying homeschool student at times because of his forward-thinking – humility will be an ongoing lesson and prayer.
  • My ultimate goal isn’t the shaping of his mind (learning to read great) as much as his shaping in character and especially the certainty that he’s loved. This reminder will get me through many, long, arduous homeschooling days and lessons. Remembering always that although I want to teach them with excellence “as if I am teaching for the Lord”, my mothers-prayer will always first be that my son’s names are written in the ‘Lambs book of Life.’ (and if you read about some of the great Christian thinkers of old, you will know their mother’s diligent prayers had a tremendous impact on their legacy).

A failed lesson is usually a greater life-lesson than the original endeavor itself. He’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.

Grabbed Bibles to read on stage during the volunteer “huddle prayer” before church. Little bro always following Adon’s lead.

nature hiking & creating

I’ve attempted to write this post for about a month now, so finally – here it is!

We’ve officially joined Wild + Free homeschooling group in Lakeland and went on our first nature hike with that crew! We had a blast. It was fun exploring the same park Blake and I used to hike when we dated ions ago.

Drawing, painting, sketching, inventing, creating… you can be these things are happening practically every day in the Scheidt home.

Adon’s idea of what the Alden children look like from the Boxcar Children books (he’s almost listened to 100 unabridged audio stories!)
We had a lot of fun painting items found in nature (Tristan’s – pictured here – is of poop. He very emphatically said he wanted to paint “poop”.) We also painted Valentine’s cards for our cousins and for daddy.
Adon wrote in his journal after Tristan threw his brand new football into the sewer. He was really upset but said he felt much better after drawing the experience and his feelings. ❤

a tea kettle filled with love

This week has been one of those off-weeks. Micah has regressed to waking up between 3- 4am for feeds and losing those couple of hours of sleep has severely heightened my brain fog. This has meant lots of apologizing for mom being impatient as well as more television watching than I’d like. As a recovering perfectionist, I’m learning that a messier home and occasional television can actually lead to mom extending more love and patience, which ultimately means a successful day. Which is my [our] main calling after all, right? I will say, however, it is a weird job -working at home. I’m the only employee… and also my own boss… and I can quickly turn against myself during performance reviews!

{Side note about the T.V., we’ve really enjoyed several episodes of ‘Little House on the Prairie’ this week. The stories of a family that work together to make ends meet, choose gratitude over complaining, and at value integrity over wealth has made for great conversations. Also, nostalgia… 🙂 }

We decided one day this week to do a back yard scavenger hunt, looking for items in nature. Anytime mom creates a game or scavenger hunt, Adon loves to then create one for mom to do. 🙂 (Did I mention when he grows up he wants to be a “job-maker”? This doesn’t mean creating jobs for the job-less, this means he makes his own job and is his own boss…) One of the items on the nature hunt was to find an animal or insects habitat. The above picture is the boys discovering together an ants home.

Occasionally Tristan wanders inside for some alone play. And sometimes momma sneaks to make sure the unsettling quiet isn’t due to mischief.

Of course, there’s always drawing! (we aren’t big fans of coloring books since they don’t work the muscle of imagination) Adon has been leading Tristan and I in an art activity after our breakfast devotion each morning and Tristan has surprising enjoyed participating. Usually it is drawings of spiritual battles and God conquering the enemy with His Sword of Love (or in one case, a “tea kettle” filled with love).

Almost every evening this week we’ve had a dinner picnic at the park. Like I said, it’s been a week of less energy so getting out as a family and not having to clean up dinner has been such a filler! The Florida skyline each evening on our way home has been a sight to behold…

kindness to animals, community, & imaginary play

Our Scheidt Family Way this week is “We love one another, treating others with kindness, gentleness and respect”. The best thing about rehearsing these values each morning is that when an opportunity arises to remember what’s good (usually when we’re being bad), these sayings come to mind. So when Tristan throws a toy car at Adon’s head in the bath and Adon retaliates by throwing one back, we can talk about our Scheidt Family Ways. The ‘Ways’ hold value in and of themselves that we see validated as we examine the meanings each morning through scripture. This is SO much more effective than mommy just constantly repeating the obligatory phrase, “Be nice!”. Plus, I swore I’d never be a nag.

I decided to expand the “kindness, gentleness, and respect” piece to our furry family member, Knox, after reading Charlotte Mason speak of children naturally being kind to animals, unless they were taught otherwise. Yikes… I realized Momma hasn’t been so nice to Knox for years! At some point I started having less compassion for his poop, puke, hair, and neediness after having children. This conviction led me to treating him with more respect this week and actually petting him some (haha). I was quite surprised to see how it only took about one day of doing this for my children to mimic my behavior! And then of course, the next poem in our Children’s Book of Virtues was titled, “Kindness to Animals”. Please forgive me, Knoxie.

Yesterday our friend Rae came over to play with the boys for a bit (while mom did some reading) and then fellowship with mom! She is loved by all.

Today the boys enjoyed playing outside all morning, which of course means the costume ottoman gets opened. Adon’s been engulfed in his new comic book Bible he was gifted from his Mina for Christmas, so he’s been drawing and acting out lots of stories from the Bible. Today he decided to be old man Abraham and sacrifice his son Isaac to prove his devotion. Luckily, he too found a ram caught in the bushes to sacrifice instead. 🙂

Ninja Bunny

Playing “I spy” using shapes instead of colors. (Also, Knox stealing Tristan’s rice cake)

Since we didn’t get to go on the homeschooling community hike with our friends today, we decided to head over to our favorite donut place in between Micah’s naps!

And ended the day with mom sneaking in a little latte date with a dear friend, Beth.

heartfelt friendship and decaf peppermint latte… great way to end the day.