I love being a mom.
That's not the secret. If you know me, you know that I love being a mom, and that I love to be at home with my kids. I think most moms love to be home with their kids. I wonder if I love it too much because I can't make a quick run to the market (yes, I call it The Market) without calling home three or four times to ask Darin to describe to me exactly what the kids are doing. He graciously obliges. My heart bursts with love for my kids, but I enjoy, in general, all kids.
Here's my secret:
I really want to be a nursery worker.
(For those of my not-LDS reader-friends, let me 'splain: The Nursery is the kiddos' two-hour Sunday class, for kids ages 18 months to three years. The responsibility to have this stewardship is notoriously un-wanted by most people.)
I'm in or around the nursery most Sundays anyway, helping Bubby with his fits (before just taking him home), and before you warn me that the primary president might read this blog, let me assure you that she does. But today I took things into my own hands and was a tad unorthodox: Minutes after depositing Bubby in The Nursery, I left and sat on a couch (yes, I call it a Couch) in the hallway. Immediately I heard him screaming. Oh, that screaming! I told myself I'd wait 3-5 minutes before going in to rescue him. During minute #1, our good Bishop approached me and shook my hand. "Bishop," I said, "I need to be a nursery worker."
He practically fell over. "Uhhhh...Jennifer [yes, he calls me Jennifer], if you're serious...".
"...because we were just talking about that this morning..."
"Well, I'm here to take the job. I mean, go ahead and pray about it."
"Can you come with me into my office for just a minute?"
In case you don't know, people don't generally offer themselves up for specific callings. That is, unless you've been married just two weeks and say to the bishop, "Yeah, I REEEALLLLYY love Young Womens! I just feel so comfortable around them!" That's a sure-fire way to not get called in there until after your third child. (Calling it "Young Womens" should be enough of a deterrent in and of itself, but let's not start that right now, shall we?)
In his office he told me that my volunteering for this position is a complete answer to prayers, and then officially offered me the position, which won't interfere with my other responsibility of planning quarterly activities for the women (womens?) of the ward.
I guess I shouldn't even be telling you all of this anyway since I won't be presented/sustained until next week. So to compensate, I'll tell you another thing, which may or may not be a secret: I really, really, really like the show Yo Gabba Gabba.