Homeschooling Holy Week

Holy Week with little kids (or medium kids) (or, hell, probably big kids too) can be…trying. It’s beautiful and wonderful but so much to do and so many naps missed.

(Full disclosure, it is I who weep for the loss of naps, not my three-year-old.) 

I think it’s so important to mark this week with them though- these are the most holy days of our year, and hopefully just having them be there (even if they’re asleep in my arms in pajamas, like Buddy usually is during the vigil) will be a good memory and lesson for them. I have nothing but happy memories of attending the Triduum liturgy as a kid (enough to know that it’s one liturgy,) and while I’ll write more about how special it is to our family next time, it’s such a beautiful time.

So obviously we attend the Mass of the Lord’s Supper on Holy Thursday, Good Friday services (not Mass- one of my religious pet peeves, right up there with the Immaculate Conception being about Jesus) and the Easter Vigil.  That forms the basis of our week and is what I’ve tried to build the curriculum around this year. 

Squeaks is in first grade, so she’s getting more in depth this year. We’re reading the Passion narratives in her Magnifikid. This serves two purposes- she gets to read them out loud and learn things and talk about them with me, and she is familiar with them (including physically on the page) on Thursday and Friday when we go to church. 

This year we’re starting a new game too- a Holy Week trivia game! 

I know! Get excited! 

There’s a board (kind of) and everything but this year she’s pretty little so I just go through the (easy) questions with her and she gets a certain number of points, which get translated into sacrifice noodles.

Kid loves her some sacrifice noodles.

We’re also bringing back the Resurrection Egg set from last year. I bought it, because I’m lazy, but I know you can make them too. It’s super cute, each egg has a symbol of the Passion in it, and you read a little story about each one.

(Okay I have to edit the stories because mine were written by a Protestant company and are just a TEENSY bit heretical.)

(Again. LAZY.)

Squeaks looooves these. She literally asks for them all year. 

We also make an effort to do the stations of the cross this week. Our parish does a living stations with the school kids tomorrow night, and we absolutely love it. We’ve taken the kids the last few years and it brings it to life in a way they have never seen before.

So that’s our cobbled together Holy Week curriculum/tradition. Stay tuned for next year when I get my shit together and buy purple fabric to drape all of our statues. 

You mean…it’s not about school?





Well, okay. It’s kind of about school.

Because part of my point is that I always end up writing major papers about popes or ecumenical councils or something Churchy during Holy Week and it seems oddly prophetic or at least forces me to be slightly contemplative while I’m gnawing at the inside of my mouth because what if it’s not good enought what then God? I’m going to fail and no one will ever love me.

But I just realized that maybe it’s less prophetic than…I just write most of my papers about the history of the Church. And Easter falls during a semester. Ergo, I’m probably writing a paper about the Church during Holy Week. So…not so much foreordained.


Holy Week! I totally love solemnly observe it.

As the Lovely Katie wrote about so eloquently, it’s even better when it’s Passover too. It’s just…I don’t know. I like it when my major religions coincide. It’s like God read my thesis. And liked it.

So while I write some more about John Paul II and his implementation of Vatican II (Thesis: HE TOTALLY DID IMPLEMENT OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY.) and think about how I love Holy Thursday so much I’m not even mad that I have to talk about something I don’t understand all day tomorrow, or, you know, write down something I don’t understand to talk about all day tomorrow, I believe this summarizes perfectly what would happen if I was, in fact, Jewish, and I did, in fact, marry a Jew.

Just throw in a Christian holiday and you’ll get how my marriage will go.

(Again with the queue.) - Sorry your side of the family won't merit my attendance at the first-night Seder